The Devils Puppet, he pulled my strings with glee,

The Devils Puppet, the first time he controlled me...

First time Jimmy, with peer pressure on his back,

the nectar of the beast too good,

Tripped his mind out.

August 19, the date his fantasy was lit,

mind on cloud 9, while his soul was emerged into the

fire pit.

The smoke stained the air,

the clouds a bright crimson, floated with flair.

A roller coaster ride of emotions,

filled the atmosphere that night,

Rode the wave of THC, with each brain cell

trying to fight...

Jimmy was no longer able to push off the urge of being his minion,

The master used him as his instrument.

With each note he played, going deeper into a toxic slumber.

A report code of 68, seemed to be the right number.

The beast whispered his sweet melody into the ear of the innocent

the ride was almost over...

The clouds settled back to the normal gray,

the sky turned from a sea of purple,

to the illumination of day.

As Jimmy opened his mind to the recollection of reality,

Jimmy realized the journey he had taken coasted no fee..

but indeed he had become another victim of the haunted ride of

THC....

#RememberMe