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Author: Apoc Genesis
Fiction Rated: T - English - Drama/Humor - Reviews: 5 - Published: 10-20-06 - Updated: 10-20-06 - Complete - id:2264098

Capsule in my shaking hand

Give me strength to face the morn

Glaring sunlight in my face

Heart and soul so ripped and torn

Take it! Take it! One two three

On to the next cure for me

Snow white, so bright

Set my mind and thoughts alight

Blood red crystals in my hand

A passport to a mystic land

Take it! Take it! One two three

On to the next cure for me

Liquid pleasure in a vial

No restriction! No denial!

Poison, nightshade oh so sweet

Such a blessing when we meet

Take it! Take it! One two three

On to the next cure for me

I feel, I hurt like ne’er before

I feel the sting in every vein

I have a pill that is the cure

But cures have only brought me pain

Take it! Take it! One two three

On to the next cure for me

The pain is gone, the fight is won

No more cures I need to find

Yet victory comes with sacrifice

Of body, spirit, will, and mind

So I caution you from this cold ground

A cure for life can ne’er be found



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