See them walk pass pushing it in front
full with liquor
eyes lull
like some spirit sings them a lullaby
as they walk pass pushing it in front
for liqour now becomes louse
in their infected blood
even rangy becomes sometthing else
is this what it can do to body of dust?
I see them push like pregnant women
I see them walk as thin as broom
eaten by the acidic liquid
that carry differrent labels and names
chastised but still yet,
drinking liquor have win them over
for grace have saved many willing
from this snare call quiet demise
passing and pushing the bulge
full of acidic water
why not call on Most Gracious to help?
Is this how you will continue?
passing and pushing
Is this how you choose to be?
impregnated by liquor
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