That dim lighted bathroom that they use as a hangout is where I caught them,
3 boys, middle school but they wanted to be high. So they puffed and they passed and presented me with their true colors, one with a bully for a brother, another with a placid persona, and another one yet with more secrets to uncover. But what do I do? determining their fate will be my biggest mistake, if I’m right or if I’m wrong. will I ever hang these feelings of anxiety, will their vice grip of vicious mockery finally place vultures all around me? I’m hanging from a limb and I’m hanging up my coat, because I’m done with these kids that would vape and wade through the smoke. I’m sent from my creator to preach salvation to these vapers, and my sword will seize their souls in the sole name of Jesus.