Drunk Messiah

I can come as close to any god in any three letter word as any drowned out drunk. holy spirits, high stakes, graceful saints in shambles shading smooth poetic truths. they stumble through the tall grass in broken shards to bleed to bliss, mumble hymns for sinners. holy wars, for holy ghosts, from holy waters spoke. they come in three, to blind believe a word a god alone.

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