Witchhammer - ... and the last


In Long Beach, in a telephone box, this message was met
It was wrote by a twenty years old young woman:

- She was the last!!!

"The king heroin is my pastor
I'll always have the need
He makes me to lie in drains
Drives me beside muddy waters
Destroy my soul
Drives me by ways of malice
or love of effort
Yes, I'll walk by the valley of poverty
And I'll fear all evil
Because you, heroin, is with me
Your needle and capsule try to comfort me
You empty my table of food
In the presence of my family
You steal my reasoning
My chalice of sorrow spill over
My vice will follow me
And I'll live in the house of abominables forever!!!"

- She was the last!!!

"This is my psalm
I'm twenty years old
For an year and a half I live in the vice nightmare
I'm umbelieved
The doctor said that it will be better for me if I shoot my own head
Not to experiment the drug for the first time
Now my god, I want only it!!!"

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