Booze Bible

Groggy Sundays
Throbbing Mass
Homilies that haunt
His forbidden past
Gluttonous sanctity
He worships his glass
The blood of Christ
Delicious with sin
In his lies and false praises
A fiery heaven awaits him
A cold revelation
Holy liquor
Euphoric gluttony
In his redemption
Bitter prayers and slurred chants
He drinks from his booze bible and gets his blasphemous fix

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