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GHOULISH GODS

Held under the rubbles
The pieces fell one by one 
It was happening like nothing was happening
Patiently falling away thinking I was in control
Not knowing that I was getting under control
Of substances loosing my soul to pursuit of insatiable pleasure
Thinking I was growing stronger
When I needed more to get a high
I only learnt I was lost
When I was already in the underworld
With the hell fire of craving inflicting mortal pangs
Running lost between deathly consumption and mortal withdrawal
Feeling dead and only needed a little dose of death to feel alive
I cried for help
But most of my friends were also drawing in the same bottomless sea
If I could turn back time
I would erase the day I sold my soul to the first puff and bottle
That now accounts for the days I spend in warship of goulish gods
Eating away my life
Burning in smoke
I try to find my way back to salvation
Hopping God still seeks broken souls

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