There sits a preacher
At a liquor pub
And in his lecture
He foretold a morning sob
'Twas seen in the plethora of people
Teardrops fallin' and cries echoin'
As they not only open drinks on the table
But also of the people who truly are workin'
The pub was restless
Wet were the glasses
Not by the liquor, solely
But on every man who's lonely
'T was a peculiar view
That only a handful knew
This was no ordinary keg fest
A cathedral of sorrow, lonely souls confess
As I sit down to get my courage set
It was in this drink, I can only get
The greatest testament of all time was sorrow
For all, we are nothing but lonely fellow
And in this world full of apathy and hate
No one knows, who still has faith
As I pour one for the souls that ascended
It was their tale that ended, ours was embedded
As the night slowly howls in the sky
So does the drunkard's loud cries
Fake merriment, bottle after bottle
Tomorrow woes at the end of the tunnel
As I was about to drown all sorrow in a cup
And pass out, the kegmaster's sermon stop
The pub closed, locks thoroughly clamp
It was morning and the lonely hearts began to sob
Malt, rye and tears in our eyes
Made all the memories alive
The liquor made us citizens
But the confessions made us humans
-Nexis Soroleum
-8/10/16
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