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ADDICTIONS

Contributed by catharinep on Monday, 6th December 2004 @ 05:48:42 PM in AEST
Topic: drugabuse



If you were to open your spiritual eyes,
See what is around you and analyze.
A battle between good and evil,
spirits stirring up violent upheavals.

Messengers of darkness fill the earth.
Masters of abhorrence, from their birth.
Running here and there,
dispatching harm everywhere.

God’s Kingdom is the real thing
Satan’s a counterfeit, not a king.
A hierarchy of all sorts,
Evil, sinister, and liar distorts.

Lying and seducing spirits who cover,
From one end of the earth to the other.
Picking up their pace for
Their time is short in this race.

See the man with the marks in his arms,
Chasing smack to make it his charms.
He can’t see, where life has brought him to,
His eyes are only, for his next avenue.

In a manner of speaking,
He has sold his soul for the smack.
He gave up peace of mind, for his next track,
Only to wallow in his seeking.

It speaks to him, to go and find
For there will always, be another kind.
More than willing to make his paradise
He crashes again, and again from this device.

So the cycle continues, yet another day
Listening to the whisperer’s fevered way.
He has gone to find his relief,
To help him forget, his own belief.

It’s not reality, but a false hope
And only for a little, is this horrid, dope.
Listen for the small still voice,
It offers life; it’s the perfect choice.

Only God, can make it right
Look to the one, who gives us his Light.
The one who cares, and who can master
The perfect solution, to this human disaster

© C. Minter-Parks 11/10/04






Copyright © catharinep ... [ 2004-12-06 17:48:42]
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Re: ADDICTIONS (User Rating: 1 )
by shelby on Monday, 6th December 2004 @ 06:33:10 PM AEST
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makes one think this is a deep insightful read
Michelle


Re: ADDICTIONS (User Rating: 1 )
by lovesucks on Sunday, 16th January 2005 @ 11:24:24 AM AEST
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When I was on that side of the fence, that is exactly what I thought about the next....and that's it, you described it well. However I stood still in a moment of clarity and heard that little soft voice, the one you have to be still to hear, it led me to a new life, and such wonderful hope and strong faith. To live on this earth without the drugs....What a wonderful feeling, what a concept there is life without them...
theresa




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