That rule of the second
When time froze and,
the brain stopped working
you became a living dead.
You blabbered incessantly,
Your walk incoherent
All the world turned upside down
Time independent life, nothing left to repent.
The dope shot seeped into you
In trance you lost all your sense
Then what followed was mayhem
Everything became past tense.
Just one dope shot it was
Though you never realized
Its impact lasted a lifetime
Though you now look surprised
Nothing can be undone now
For all thats left is destruction
The dope shot of anger leaves
no room for resurrection.
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