Bible Wine

I heard you stopped drinking…
Vicious fishes and loaves story you
a
muse
me after all a flotilla of
drowsy seen birds to begin
a brand new snafu
in your diary central.

Brain mental 
tape your stories, disguise your
maybe glories with wishy washy prayer hands.
You left the holy ‘out your trinity.
Im back to find the broke human in your internet perky tit video trace.

Finally penance.

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