Methistopheles
Body and soul are the devil's take has he come to seal my fate? From needles eye through poisoned veins awakening my lifeless brain. Fire and lightning pierce the skin with it's flash the storm begins. Tempest's whir I cannot quiet inside me my emotions riot, help me God I cannot fight it. I pulled the iron from my arms and stood with God to face my bete noire. "I will not give you my last breath" as I turned and walked away from meth.
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