Victims of Medicine

As you’re on your knees begging for forgiveness
You feel a sense of security and warmth.
Infections spread, but you are the cure.
Your red veins hold what they need.

You, the only one who can now play god,
holding their life in your hands.
Awaken my powerful one and take my hand,
I will show you what you need to do.

Needles stick, as I drain you selfishly.
I drain all of what was once your life.
I play god now, I want your power.
I cure the one’s who are dying.

Forgive me for what I’ve done,
My love now has a chance for freedom.

Victims of Medicine

Cuddlechimp

Manitowoc, United States

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