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Do not allow your daughters or the sons of your heart
To be contaminated or lose virtue, it happens at the start Do not lose your loved ones, as into a drugging exile they are sent By the lessons we teach, they took one look and off they went When they look at what we call love, they freeze with human fear Then we lie and make it better, with stories of Santa and his deer The pressures of this life are enormous and so very vast Are we to lose our children, to this wicked vice that is cast? We really need to examine these messages that we send It is sincere determination, which will make for a better end Remember that it all starts with the relationship, of a husband and a wife So know that the seeds that we sow, these are the future feelings of their life To all descendants of mankind no matter what your name Do not be stupid and allow drugs, to be your claim to fame For in truth at the end, they are your nemesis and bane So count the cost before you put your self and family through this evil senseless pain.
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