A LETTER FROM MARIJUANA: I destroy homes, tear families apart, take your children, and thats just the start. Im more costly than diamonds, more costly than gold, the sorrow I bring is a sight to behold. And if you need me, Im easily found. I live all around you, in schools and in towns. I live with the rich, I live with the poor, I live down the street and maybe next door. My power is awesome, try me youll see. But if you do, you may never break free. Just try me once and I might let you go, but try me twice, and Ill own your soul. When I possess you, youll steal and youll lie. You will do what you have to just to get high. Youll lie to your wife, your husband and brother, youll steal from your sister, your dad and your mother. Youll forget all your morals and how you were raised, but Ill be your conscience, Ill teach you my ways. I take kids from parents, and parents from kids. I turn people from god and away from there friends. Ill take EVERYTHING from you, your looks and your pride. Ill be with you always, right by your side. Youll give up everything; your family, your home, your friends, your money; then youll be alone. Ill take and Ill take, till you have nothing to give. When Im finished with you youll be lucky to live. If you try me, be warned, this is no game. If given the chance, Ill drive you insane. Ill ravish your body. Ill control your mind. Ill own you completely, your soul will be mine. The nightmares Ill give you while lying in bed, the voices youll hear from inside your head, the sweats, the shakes, the visions youll see. I want you to know, these are all gifts from me. By then its to late and youll know in your heart, that you are mine and we shall not part. Youll regret that you tried me (they always do) but you came to me, not I to you. You knew this would happen. Many times you were told, but you challenged my power, and chose to be bold. You could have said no and just walked away. If you could live that day over, now what would you say? Ill be your master and youll be my slave. Ill even go with you when you go to your grave. Now that you met me, now what would you do? Will you try me or not? Its all up to you. I will bring you more misery than words can ever tell. Come take my hand, let me lead you to hell.
Posted on: Sat, 29 Mar 2014 00:47:44 +0000
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