Blog/post 004 At my behest please do your best to stay away from crystal meth. Young teenager always a stranger thinking there's nothing left.
It looks like only SS members see my posts. Prove me wrong and subscribe! At My Behest (a poem) Please watch over me, dear Lordie. Please watch over me. I've done some amazing things, dear Lordie, the evils ones won't let me be. I've smoked a few tons of weed, Good Lord; I've smoked it when I please. It's one of my favorite things you've made, Good Lord, except, of course, when you made me. I used to feel so guilty, my Lord; I used to cry while on my knees. They wanted me to die at a young age, dear Lord; they thought I would never see. I've been so close to the end of the line, my Lord; I could reluctantly foresee my death. Please listen to the words that I say, Good God; I'll be saying them until my dying breath. I need you to he...