Jdm- The End, Part Deux

The God of rock was right
My friends, this just may be
Our bitter end
False prophets
In sheeps clothing
Commiting our souls
To satans ways
For I have been given a reprieve
From my disease
Trippin' with purple haze
Hendrix daze
So many moons ago
Bending the elbow
Doin' the shots
Hittin' all the ladies
Hot spots
Diseases
Destruction
Death
Is there a place
Called love street?
Perhaps you can light
Gods fire
Have you a place
In your heart
For a lost
Soul

poem by Matt Mondschein
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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