Drunk

Guzzle the poison that mutilates kin, convulsive confidence with cirrhosis it brings Barbarously bargee, by no means bequeath, swords henceforth never be sheathed Mutated through misfeasance into the miscreant, you doth quite listen to the sick serpent Troglodyte, the Neanderthal, you became, sober minds snicker at your shame Worse, And worse, And WORSE IT SPROUTS! Until vomit! All belched out! Now obsolescent, oblivion did come; Not me! Please guard me from this rum.

Sacred

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