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We are all meant to be Rastafarian

As a cancer sufferer,
Which comes with pain and a gut gnawing feeling,
I’ve tried many a way of different types of medical healing.
Over a hundred different man made drugs I’ve trailed and failed,
Only 5 of them took away some of my painful feelings my disease and other problems release.
I was told in the beginning,
Back on Christmas eve of 2004,
I had very little chance of living,
Even just six weeks more.
I had the chemotherapy and radiotherapy too,
Was told neither of them worked and there was nothing they could do.
So I researched and researched till I finally found,
now 12 years on,
 a stabilizer for the body that grows naturally from the ground.
I was told by my Dr to not give up the things that i liked,
So i continued to grind this magical herb,
Without knowing what i know now,
I was confused as I couldn’t get ‘stoned’,
I was noticing though without it,
All the unwanted side affects from my CD drugs,
We’re coming back to me,
Not in bits,
But floods.
My pain would increase tenfold and I didn’t know why.
Now I do.
We should all be Rastafarian,
As within our body’s we keep,
A natural system producing the chemicals that this magical plant produces.
Without pain this system overflows,
The endocanabanoid system,
It’s been In our bodies,
Even when we lived in caves.
If overflows,
That’s when we become stoned.
But if you have one of the hundreds of afflictions or conditions that this herb helps,
It’ll go to the system and distribute to the pain neourones in your brain.
It’s 12 years on and my cancer lays nearly dormant,
Cells are being destroyed,
To the Drs,
Unexplained.
To me,
I know its the cannabinoids working,
 going straight to my system.
Without it I feel I would be floating face down in the river upstream.
My cancer would devour me,
Whilst at the moment it’s not,
We are all meant to be Rastafarian that i do believe.
I believe in this herb,
As it’s natural and shouldn’t cost as it should grow like trees.
We as English are ignorant to the might this plant bestows,
Please,
Like me,
Believe in it too,
It’s helped in the past so why not the future too.

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