Alcoholic Servitude
Lead me towards
your light like the
three wise me of old
oh famous STAR.
Make me a grand
gladiator in your
sacrid arena,tasting
ultimate victory oh
GULDER.
Tune my ears to your
alluring melody, great
HARP of ancient
singers.
Lead me to the path
where my diva lie
still,awating my
reviving touch,am at
your servitude dear
EVA WINE.
Lure me away sir MAC
DOWEL. To your
hidden shrine lord
MISEUR PASCAL.
Spin my head, and
sway my feet,down
your liquor
path,follows i in full
pace,the grand SPINOF
ICE.
Extend my greeting to
your brothers,tell
them about my battle
with the DRY GIN.
And my chronicles at
the great temple of
DEROK.
My dance with the
LEGEND and miss
CALIPSO don't fail to
mention.
I tried my devoted
BEST,revived by the
almighty BULLET, defy
the RED LABEL but
falls under the giddy
claws of ANDRE.
In sacrid servitude to
alcohol birth forth this
lines.
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