It matters not that days sober, End up counted and suffered— A midnight prayer and no shoulder, Shall still bring thirst to the cupboard.

It matters not that wine bottles, End up shelved or shattered— The air of communion and gospel, Entices doubt from the bastard.

It matters not that forgiveness, Provide salvation and deliverance— The facade of joy and togetherness, Leads one toward tempting the indifference.

It matters not that sin is absolved, The tongue is still human— Stained. The desire to belong and resolve, Drives a drunkard toward the devil; Disdain.