Living in todays' and not tomorrows satisfaction

Those choices turn to bad habits

It's just a matter of time before they reign havoc

The air is tainted, it was never pure

The temple is broken, the walls are torn

Considered as a sickness, there is no cure

Selected from the ground

Picked by a picker

Sold on the street

Son of a mind kicker

All is forgotten

All is forgiven

Thanks to this one decision

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