This is the disease of sweat and tears,
a road of pain it steers.
In and out like a roaring fire,
can you hear the church choir?
Lives hanging simply by a thread,
lying here, on a death bed.
You can feel yourself burn and ache,
No doctor will admit their mistake.
Loved ones are lost right and left,
Others left shaken by an untimely death.
Their hope was lost,
until a blessing came, frost.
Raging fevers went cool,
robbed the fire of its fuel.
Is it a lion or a tiger ?
y now, you've probably heard that taking illicit drugs might have the unfortunate effect of frying your brain -- especially if you're familiar with the now-cliche 1980s anti-drug ad that elegantly compares drug use to egg frying with the pithy message:
"This is your brain (an egg). This is drugs (a hot frying pan). This is your brain on drugs (one fried egg). Any questions?"
It’s A because they are tried of fighting not for them but for the people around the world
