when he picked up his first shot of whiskey,
then stared at the empty glass,
where was god
when he wanted to end it all,
and make every drink like his last,
where was god
when his blood carried alcohol,
and his heart carried shame,
where was god
when he had no more pain,
and was buried in the shade,
where was god
when i stayed awake many sleepless nights,
with him on my mind to ponder,
where was god
when i write this now,
and my tears fall,
i wonder,
where is god?
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