Void of Pain
Void of Pain
I have had too many friends that has died this month.
Murder, then killed over white powdery junk.
Nobody’s eyes has not even opened up yet.
Seems like there is no companionship over a drug users mess.
The money and the flame in the Devils Grin.
He has what he wants and now taking our children.
After the hard life maybe they can fill the void of pain.
Death is around every corner and my friends just keep on dying.
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