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Ezekiel J. Krahlin
http://www.gay-bible.org
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DEALER OF GAY DRUG-DEATH
(A True Tale From The Castro. Eat your heart out, Armistead!)

©1998 by Ezekiel J. Krahlin


A guy from Carolina
  (Horace was his name)
Came to San Francisco
  To play the drug-deal game.

Now I'm not talkin' soft drugs
  Like 'shrooms and Mary Jane.
I'm talkin' 'bout your hard drugs
  Like crystal, horse, co-caine.

So Horace did his peddling,
  With death the price to pay
For gay sisters, brothers,
  Whom he led astray.

All this he did for vanity,
  Profit and a name,
Killing many customers
  Or driving them insane.

The Beast, he fine'ly raised
  his head and said:
  "Buddy, you are mine!"
So the soul of Horace went to bed
  When came the judgment time.

I say this as a warning
  To him, and others too:
Switch to dealing soft drugs,
  And God shall reign His mercy
On every one of you.


---finis