The brown

Lord, blesseth the man who sits behind the bottle.
with either full or empty hitherto to the story they tell,
God have favored the drunk, whos faith failed, yet restored lo forgon admonishedment the liqor.
what young soul listen brave their age told, be ye warned. only god know the story they tell,
what horror dictate your path...listen young soul the brown liqor story, no man or boy sits behind the brown without
wisdom, pain, history, truth or lie. but be wary the man who sit with the clear, the lord proclaim in light, the clearest of
light. for go young soul the man who sit behind the the clear and light, for no man or beast can hide. with the dark yet you assume and quiz his tale yet fortune yet be yours. let them be the man who sit behind the clear, like his story, the clear burn his soul. there only be truth, oh the heavy truth. my young soul, pray you that yes you meet the good lord...but pray evermore that you not meet him soon, for you will meet the man behind the clear...and you will see the truth....