Everlasting Cigarette

Puffing the tar and ratty poisons as though life will never end.

The rush of exuberance engages the soul but weakens the body instead.

These pits of addiction full of hunger and glory,

Make you tremble and scream as well.

​Occurring while the profiles choke and cigars,

And the poor suck on tainted buds.

Inhaling these fumes of venom, while others are indifferent.

We take the undesirable, yet decline the most truthful death.

Suicide turned to mass genocide through the centuries past.

Darkness grins on his throne of flesh, his dried urea inhaled.

Hundreds of toxins, taking decades of each soul.

The trinity watch and label, they join together in despair.

The fag is full of youthful expectance, 

While the body and soul will never repair.