The bad trip

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The bad trip

Cruising down a long dark road
The forest is all around
Wondering where you missed your turn
Cruising through a dead broken town
Your car just stops at the edge of the road
Then you hear a sound......
Electric motors hum real faintly
The car lights folding completely down
Then.....
Just a quickly as the car did stop
It starts back up again
Looking in your rear view mirror
You realize you've got a friend
He said,
I've seen heaven, I've seen hell
I saw the pearly gates
I've seen satan on his throne
Blackmailing souls through hate
Looking closer in back you see
A skull all dressed in black
Then you wake up all drenched in sweat
Laying on your back
Throwing all the acid away,
Flushing all the crack
Thanking the lord you soul was saved
From the reaper dressed in black

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Poetry comes nearer to vital truth than history.

Plato (BC 427-BC 347) Greek philosopher.

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