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Johnny's got a grip on a life,
He sucks on the smoke the dope in his pipe.
Wrapped his fingers, a noose is loosing slack,
P.C.P. gun to the head,
strangling his forearm to fill his with smack.
half a syringe or a barrel of lead.
Grasping at straws and coming up empty, Carving his life
this somber of hope:
"Kill me."

Sally spells success
to block out the or the fear that she'll fall.
If she steps on toes, it's an eye for an eye.
She's up the ladder, she's building up a wall,
Tightrope things, never stops.
Money nothing from a 40 floor drop.
Her blanket has worn itself thin,
she's hanging in the closet from a of her own sin.

changes, nothing will.
Always skeptic, for the kill.
Seeking nothing but gain,
your pockets again and again
Selling soul, taking your fill.
Grasping at straws, your own will.
Killing conscience, empty, bereft.
Losing your life for the world, you are alone.

Some throw bricks windows and yell,
beat their backs for fear of hell.
Two-edged sword that cuts to the joints,
the is narrow, you missed the point.
The point was eons ago,
You're blinding yourself, closing eyes.
Fistful of sand a prize.
Nothing you do, can be new.
to serve not ourselves, never.
chaff on the wind, your life's blow.
The is God, we will live forever.What is good? What is true?