Meth- A Poem for Peace

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"Beth stop running!"

Ceased, she's been unleashed

like a beast about to feast

now she's hunting, stunting

meth is death but she's not stopping

running now she's flopping

drop the hop, stop drop and pop

she's a monster, it's not her

she's appeased the diseased

decrepid brain she's unleasd. 

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⏰ Last updated: Mar 15, 2013 ⏰

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