Where words fail where does a man fit in? More importantly the woman, that drives him to such futilities I am the weaknesses you’ve driven me to, the drink is the least of it That you doubt you could so intoxicate is only the extent of your admittedly blameless ignorance O God, to be all you need But since Adam and since Eve Where could we fit in, with such a deficit of knowledge and of grace There is no place in the truth But that is the vacancy these words strike against and that is the drive behind this mind that writes and hates what he writes and writes what he loves Your twisted creation seeking the closest sacrament, the least scrap from your divined table I can not give up what you’ve placed before me O You, see in me what I know and what I hope Let it show you what I mean and what you are, see the ethanol haze and its truth Just as you once quoted in vino veritas be true to your word See what you’ve thought and felt in claritas Be what you’ve known in me Create me again and I will return the favor, as the Lord permits Where the words fail, I’ll seek you and I will find my absolution or my letter of resignation pre-written and signed in blood two years aged
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Where words fail where does a man fit in?
More importantly the woman, that drives him to such futilities
I am the weaknesses you’ve driven me to, the drink is the least of it
That you doubt you could so intoxicate is only the extent of your admittedly blameless ignorance
O God, to be all you need
But since Adam and since Eve
Where could we fit in, with such a deficit of knowledge and of grace
There is no place in the truth
But that is the vacancy these words strike against and that is the drive behind this mind that writes and hates what he writes and writes what he loves
Your twisted creation seeking the closest sacrament, the least scrap from your divined table
I can not give up what you’ve placed before me
O You, see in me what I know and what I hope
Let it show you what I mean and what you are, see the ethanol haze and its truth
Just as you once quoted in vino veritas be true to your word
See what you’ve thought and felt in claritas
Be what you’ve known in me
Create me again and I will return the favor, as the Lord permits
Where the words fail, I’ll seek you and I will find my absolution or my letter of resignation pre-written and signed in blood two years aged
one of several overwrought poems i shat out while drunk
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