Drink up.
oh you. bruised and broken non-believers of potential in all its beginning forms. what is god to you? a hopeless cultural cliché; a means to no ends in making it through the day; a broken promise for the weak and naive. oh you. take the beauty of a glistening heart, and create your own disaster of the human condition. what more are we than flesh and bone to you anyways?
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