Don'T Feed Your Monster
The torch is brightly burning, as you light the pipe and toke.
Watching life drift by you slowly, In a great big cloud of smoke.
That monkey now is growing, the torch is gone so soon.
Know your drawing up the water, to know squirt in your spoon.
That monkey now has mutated, to a gorrilla on your back.
The shot's are more and frequent, now you've shot the whole damn sack.
So know your feeding this monster, of whoms dimensions are unknown.
Your life's ben made dissasterous by this monsters mighty hold.
I know of what I'm speaking, that monster once held on to me.
Kept me always screaming, no more normal life to see.
Till I found a higher power who could beat that monster down.
He died upon the cross upon his head a thorny crown.
He beat down all those monster's from that life I lived in sin.
My life now has new meaning my heart has cChrist within.
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