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Vice
Blessed are those who don't steal and those who heal.
Those who repent and pray before every meal.
The bible thumpers and church lovers.
But where does that leave me?
A warehouse worker, a house of none
Unfaithful to some Godly one.
While others are out having fun, I'm alone accompanied by rum.
My cat and liquor.
Remorse by lost lust, family, friends, and my vice.
Some say drinking isn't a sin for me it's the only way I can feel cleansed again.
Those who repent and pray before every meal.
The bible thumpers and church lovers.
But where does that leave me?
A warehouse worker, a house of none
Unfaithful to some Godly one.
While others are out having fun, I'm alone accompanied by rum.
My cat and liquor.
Remorse by lost lust, family, friends, and my vice.
Some say drinking isn't a sin for me it's the only way I can feel cleansed again.
Published 24th Jun 2018
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