A stern-faced man sat on a hill, and with addiction in hand,
he sought to kill.
He fell on the masses, unyielding from above,
and tore away from me the ones I love.
How can I not be angry at what you've taken from me?
I see their heads bent low with this affliction.
How can I believe?
Substance makes the man, and substance made me, too.
But I fail to understand why it has such a hold on you.
When I look in your eyes, so strong is the hate for the sickness
that brought you in and the reason we can't relate.

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