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and drank the wine

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i let my lords blood touch my feverish lips
the liquid washes down, the burn of the chemical
coating every inch of my throat, so much so
that i can taste the redemption in the leftover breath
when i breathe in
when i look back to the altar in front of me
he stands in front of me
the old man priest, the priest
of his master
beckoning me to a broom closet
the holy spirit seeping out of his mouth
lead me to what i don't want
it's what i live for