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He has salt to grind
Pulverize to make it fine
Will he ingest it all?
Or do most now and save a ball?
Filter through my head
Indulge too much I'll end up dead
But it's all mine and I don't share
Why don't you even dare!
I now cannot feel
Reality seems so real
It should be bed time
Awake all night it's not a crime!
Future's looking grim
Senses of life are pearled
Immersed with indulgence
Willpower has been whirled!
Now his nose is clear
For Powder Man and his gear
Burning from the crave
Do another one I am a slave!
Future's looking grim
I can't get up from bed
I'll need another swim
And start all over again!
Broken vessels that bled
Bloody snot dripping from the head
Dripping as fast as it can, but
Powder Man has another plan!