They burst through the door
Whacked out on crystal meth.
The empty casings hit the floor.
His name on her last breath.
I stand over the chalk outline.
The tile stained with her blood.
Her soul in the morning sunshine
Glimmers like dew on a rosebud.
She looks at me with teary eyes.
She knows what my purpose is:
Escort her to the palace in the sky
To live a new life full of eternal bliss.
Sadly, his soul is going downwards.
He played with the fire his whole life.
Now, will reveal he's been a coward.
Choosing drugs over his loving wife.
The love of a woman is an addiction.
One that should cure any man's desire,
And alleviate all of the soul's inflictions.
Misuse it, and burn in damnation fires.
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