The Score
Meth, what a Monster!
It takes control.
It enters your body.
It grabs your soul.
What ever you had,
Cosider it Gone!
It will take your health.
It will take our home.
The more you make,
The more you'll need.
This Monster - you will
Continue to feed.
You can try to escape,
But you know the score.
One point for you -
Meth, one more.
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