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Aug 2011
Don't let them steal
Your soul, your body, your mind.
Guide what you feel
Control, be steady, be kind.

First thing: Drugs!

Be high, be addicted
Heavenly smog can be so good
Dragging your ego up to its great
This forbid can get you closer to death

Next thing: *******

Instant pleasure, instant destruction
Wasting your time, money and effort
Not knowing that you give yourself away
A misery! Where all else turned into gray

Last thing: Gambling

Easy money, easy expense
That paper bills can break into cents
If you're not lucky, you'll regret
A big credit can lead to violence and theft

I know a man who had all this thing
He was proud, he was happy, he was success!
Shouting the world that he was the king!
King of death, king of misery, king of violence
Jerald Angelo
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Jerald Angelo  Philippines
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