Michael Gale - Aids!

I'm a desease that spreads far and local,
Picky I'm not at killing homo's! In the
headlines, I'm spreading confusion, Being
contracted through a blood transfusion! I'm
God's way of saying no, Do it now and
tomorrow you'll go! A cure for me cannot be
found, Attacking your system as relentless
as a prison's Bloodhound! Faster and faster as
I fill my quota, Deathtolls are up, as
History I've wrota! Needles of drugs for a
fix, Unclean whores are your choice of
tricks! Changing your ways, your soul you
may save, Or keep going your course ending
up in your grave!



Michael Jeffrey Gale

Copyright ©2005 Michael Jeffrey Gale

Michael Gale

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