One Day!
Beware the devil!
Through glass doors of intoxication,
the flowers of his hands leak
out a troubling nectar.
Pity the fool!
Like the grave, he will never
be full till there is not
another drop. the devils blood
is like fire to cold hands.
Understand the danger!
Another young girl, another
mistake. A fight with a close friend.
Car keys when you should know better.
Prayers at another funeral.
Accept the challenge!
In unity, just 24hrs.
Let him sleep. Dry all mouths
of his venom.
The life you save may be
your own.
By Keith L. Smith
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