Hint of cedar and oak
As I sip on...
Grain blended, single malt and what not!
Matured mead and whiskey
The gulp of fire running down my chest;
I can't help thinking... I know this wooden aroma,
Why does the whiskey smack of that old tree "We" stood under?
Am I drinking out of my old friend’s corpse?
Ah! Hell.. what does it matter?
“Eat of His flesh, Drink of His blood”...Communion... Salvation
It's all so confusing.
Does the truth even matter?
Can there be a right at all?
Or is it just the whiskey getting to me?
I don't know?
But should I care?
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