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CRACKED

To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David. In thee, O LORD, do I put my trust; let me never be ashamed: deliver me in thy righteousness. Bow down thine ear to me; deliver me speedily: be thou my strong rock, for an house of defence to save me. For thou art my rock and my fortress; therefore for thy name's sake lead me, and guide me. Pull me out of the net that they have laid privily for me: for thou art my strength. Into thine hand I commit my spirit: thou hast redeemed me, O LORD God of truth. I have hated them that regard lying vanities: but I trust in the LORD. I will be glad and rejoice in thy mercy: for thou hast considered my trouble; thou hast known my soul in adversities; And hast not shut me up into the hand of the enemy: thou hast set my feet in a large room. Have mercy upon me, O LORD, for I am in trouble: mine eye is consumed with grief, yea, my soul and my belly. For my life is spent with grief, and my years with sighing: my strength faileth because of mine iniquity, and my bones are consumed. I was a reproach among all mine enemies, but especially among my neighbours, and a fear to mine acquaintance: they that did see me without fled from me. I am forgotten as a dead man out of mind: I am like a broken vessel. For I have heard the slander of many: fear was on every side: while they took counsel together against me, they devised to take away my life. But I trusted in thee, O LORD: I said, Thou art my God. My times are in thy hand: deliver me from the hand of mine enemies, and from them that persecute me. Make thy face to shine upon thy servant: save me for thy mercies' sake. Let me not be ashamed, O LORD; for I have called upon thee: let the wicked be ashamed, and let them be silent in the grave. Let the lying lips be put to silence; which speak grievous things proudly and contemptuously against the righteous. Oh how great is thy goodness, which thou hast laid up for them that fear thee; which thou hast wrought for them that trust in thee before the sons of men! Thou shalt hide them in the secret of thy presence from the pride of man: thou shalt keep them secretly in a pavilion from the strife of tongues. Blessed be the LORD: for he hath showed me his marvellous kindness in a strong city. For I said in my haste, I am cut off from before thine eyes: nevertheless thou heardest the voice of my supplications when I cried unto thee. O love the LORD, all ye his saints: for the LORD preserveth the faithful, and plentifully rewardeth the proud doer. Be of good courage, and he shall strengthen your heart, all ye that hope in the LORD.” Psalms 31:1-24

You push the chore through the pipe
To get back a hit and then you light

You hold it high and gently inhale
Then bring it down slowly as the crack expels

You hold the hit in as the sensation you feel
And after your lungs absorb it all you then exhale

You hear the chimes as you drift away
And into the void you make your stay

Your rush it last a minute or so
Before leaving you in the blissful after glow

You set the pipe down because now it's hot
You let it cool for yet another rock

You save each crumb that is left
So when you run out there's still one last breath

But what shall you do when the crack is all gone
When you're out of cash and no one will loan?

When you've lost your job out on a binge
And you end up homeless without a friend?

When you're out of possessions and you have nothing left to sell
And every one suspects you so it's hard to steal?

When you find yourself so very all alone
Because you've done every one you know so very wrong?

When the whole world shuns you and begging is vain
And no one understands your plight or pain?

Will you end up selling the only thing you have left?
For a ten dollar bill will you get undressed?

To buy another rock because it don't come free
And what about A.I.D.S.? It comes so naturally?

Was it really worth that first hit you took?
You thought you had control but it was an instant hook

It promised an escape from life's every pain
Yet it made you pain's slave it's called Crack Cocaine

Now where are all those friends who lead you astray?
They got you hooked and now you must pay

They knew your fate from the start
Yet they did not care or have a heart

To them you are just another fool
That they can manipulate and use so cruel

So when you're used all up and left dirt poor
They reject your presence and despise you sore

All you are to them is a pathetic hype
Always geeking and begging to hit their pipe

Yet God's Word says something you really need to know
They are the servants of Satan sent to damn your soul

For behind your crack pipe the Devil lies
Demanding that you idolize

A rock of crack to keep you high
As the demons twist your very mind

Your flesh it gnaws and pants for more
Your thoughts they race, on how to make your next score

It is an evil satanic spell
And you are a captive slave of hell

You can call it a sickness or a disease
Yet God's Word calls it a sinful bondage of pleasure’s greed

You are obsessed with the crack you so need
Because you're possessed by a spirit of dark sorcery

Your soul was cracked just like a shell
Opening your mind and heart to a flood from hell

Now left reprobate in ungodly lust
Sexual perversion and filth has become a must

Yet God is not mocked and we reap what we sow
Sin still brings forth death into the soul

You are a sinner though such an unpopular thought
But this is not Wonderland and Alice you're not

Yet it is still the truth that makes us free
You must repent and acknowledge your true need

Your addiction is a ritual you can't deny
Even the very fix has transfixed your mind

With baking soda you can cook it raw
And with a lighter and a spoon who needs a straw?

A pusher, a pipe and a chore
Are the religious instruments of death that make you soar

Prince Crack is the demon you worship behind King Cocaine
As your blind devotion rots your brain

Your only hope is the old bloody cross
Where Jesus died to save the lost

The Holy Ghost is calling unto you
Yet you must believe that God's Word is really true

Sinner, Back Slider, Lost or Undone
The Shepherd is calling for you to come

By the fear of God men depart from sin
And by His merciful grace you can be cleansed

Confess with your mouth, the Lord Jesus Christ
“I am a sinner with a messed up life

I can't save myself, so I plead your blood
Please save my soul, because I so need your love

Shed upon the Cross, my sin debt you paid
You are the Lamb of God, and unto you I pray

Be my ROCK of Salvation, for you are faithful and true
I renounce the demon called Crack, and place my trust in you

Baptize me in your Name, by the Holy Ghost and Fire
Give me Eternal life, please take me higher.”

Thus having said this prayer and turning from your sins
Fight the battle through and yield your life to Him

Come out from the wicked and walk with them no more
Seek the face of God, that's what prayer and Bible study’s for

For its one day at a time that we grow in God's grace
Thus begin at once to run this blessed race

Life and death is the choice this you can't deny
It's for the ROCK of Salvation to live or for the Crack Rock to die

You know the party is over and Hell awaits
And the choice is yours don't leave it up to fate

It wasn't just a coincidence that this poem is being read by you
It might just be your final warning so don't be the Devil's fool!
© 1999 Raymond Bolton Pena

“O that they were wise, that they understood this, that they would consider their latter end! How should one chase a thousand, and two put ten thousand to flight, except their Rock had sold them, and the LORD had shut them up? For their rock is not as our Rock, even our enemies themselves being judges. For their vine is of the vine of Sodom, and of the fields of Gomorrah: their grapes are grapes of gall, their clusters are bitter: Their wine is the poison of dragons, and the cruel venom of asps. Is not this laid up in store with me, and sealed up among my treasures? To me belongeth vengeance, and recompense; their foot shall slide in due time: for the day of their calamity is at hand, and the things that shall come upon them make haste. For the LORD shall judge his people, and repent himself for his servants, when he seeth that their power is gone, and there is none shut up, or left. And he shall say, Where are their gods, their rock in whom they trusted, Which did eat the fat of their sacrifices, and drank the wine of their drink offerings? let them rise up and help you, and be your protection. See now that I, even I, am he, and there is no god with me: I kill, and I make alive; I wound, and I heal: neither is there any that can deliver out of my hand. For I lift up my hand to heaven, and say, I live for ever. If I whet my glittering sword, and mine hand take hold on judgment; I will render vengeance to mine enemies, and will reward them that hate me. I will make mine arrows drunk with blood, and my sword shall devour flesh; and that with the blood of the slain and of the captives, from the beginning of revenges upon the enemy. Rejoice, O ye nations, with his people: for he will avenge the blood of his servants, and will render vengeance to his adversaries, and will be merciful unto his land, and to his people.” Deuteronomy 32:29-43

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