Smoke Alcohol?
Strange,
is it not, some seek relief
from
reality.
They drug
themselves with anything
that morphs
what they’d not see.
Their flagrant
act cannot redact
that which
God has prescribed...
and they soon
pay the consequence
for toxins
they imbibed.
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