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Drinking Problem

Forgive me, mother for I have sinned, I will chant a drunken hymn: Virgin Mary, seduce me with salvation from my daily woes! I everso Crave to be delivered from the damnation That tears me, so. The fire in my chest Balls up all my sorrow The cinnamon embers warm my breast Whispering the empty promises of tomorrow. The liquid stream rages forward, With the inhibitions swept and drowned. I can finally see colour in my world, Waiting for the beating to crash down. My name has been stripped from a glass, My precious ones see a stumbling ass, With even fewer looking back. All I have left is you; my bottle of Jack.

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