The wicked ways

It's a fact we knows the sadness of this world, 

A Mother crying out too her son hoping that he isn't  dead,

The evil spirit calling out never resting for a soul too take out,

It's a fact she knows the wiched habit of heroin is taking her son slowly,

It fact we know the evil spirit never resting for a soul to take out,

It a fact He knows sadness of addiction, shouting out tears of sadness, Asking God for given's,

Hopping that his mother won't be ashamed of his heroin addiction,

It's a fact they know the wicked ways of this

World

This poem is about: 
My family
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