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I walked
upon a razor’s edge,
My feet were bleeding crimson red,
The pain was great, I slipped and fell,
And landed in the pit of Hell.
And Satan
greeted me with glee,
He said, "How are you, can’t you see,
That you are in my world to stay?
I own your soul and you will pay."
And
voices taunted, visions swelled,
In total darkness, in this Hell,
I begged and begged for sweet release,
A little hope, a little peace.
And then
a ‘savior’ came to me,
With powder white, “I’ll set you
free,
If in your veins you take me in,
You’ll feel alive, like you can
win."
I tried
to fight against this foe,
To turn from what he would bestow,
But in the end surrendered all,
And set myself up for a fall.
The
powder melted in the spoon,
I felt the rush and very soon,
Was walking on the razor’s edge,
With bloody feet upon this ledge.
by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul
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