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Mrs Crystal Meth

I destroy dynasties, 
  I tear your world apart.
   I take all your possessions,
  I will own your heart.

   I'm more costly than a yacht,
  More beautiful than gold,
   The misery I bring,
  A sight to behold.

   If you know me,
  I can easily be found.
   In every Country, 
  City and town.

   I hang with the rich,
  I hang with the poor.
   I know the rock star,
  And the girl next door.

   I can be made anywhere,
  But not like you think.
   It can be a basement, a bathroom,
  Or the kitchen sink.

   I can be next to a gun in a closet,
 Or out in the woods.
   Am I starting to make you wonder?
 Well, it should.

   I go by many names, 
  There is one that's the best.
   You might have heard of me,
  My name is Mrs. Crystal Meth.

   My power over whelms you,
  Just try me and you will see.
   Remember this my friend,
  You might not be able to break free.

   Most cannot try me once,
  Then just go.
   That first time,
  I could own your soul.

   When I take over,
  You will steal and lie.
   You will do anything,
  Just to get high.

   You will sell your body,
  For my hypnotic charm.
   You could end up,
  With needle in your arm.

   I will strip away your morals,
  It won't matter how you were raised.
   You have no choice in the matter,
  These are my ways.


   I will take your looks,
  I will take your pride.
   I won't leave you alone,
  Right there by your side.

   You will have nothing,
  No family, no home.
   No money, no job,
  Your all alone.

   I keep taking even after,
  You have nothing to give.
   Consider yourself lucky,
  Some don't get to live.

   Be cautious, I play,
  A wicked game.
   When it's over,
  You could be insane.

   I ruin your teeth,
  I control your mind.
   No one is safe,
  I will destroy mankind.

   You sweat, you shake,
  The things you see.
   If you must know,
  These are gifts from me.

   You will hate that you were tempted
  By me; They always do.
   Remember, you seek me out,
  I don't look for you.

   
   I bring more misery,
  Then words can tell.
   Stay away from me,
  I'm the Highway to Hell.


   You ponder,
  How am I a slave?
   Life in the fast lane,
  Cradle to grave.

   Turbo1904

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