"Wake Up O'Sleeper"

"Isn't it tragic,
that I thought drugs were magic?
Well if they are,
it is certainly dark,
and, My God, how they left the dirtiest mark,
but God is cleansing it with His Time,
transforming me to His Image.
I can feel it,
the process coursing through me,
even through this very rhyme.

I've realized,
drugs are just a fake comfort confusion spell,
that tell you quite convincing lies,
on your pathway to Hell,
but you can break this cycle,
ask God to derail,
you back to The Right Path,
for He only wishes you well,
and knows how great you can be,
and I write these to help Him,
help you see."