I crave for the sting of scorpion
As strongly as I long for wine
The wine I know is full of poison
That damages my liver and impairs my mind
Yet my mind is possessed by demons
That dwell in that precious cup
The cup of perennial insanity
Is the Old Serpent's lethal weapon
A weapon used by some assassins
To seduce and kill their victims
The victims of wine are gullible
Like the believers of faith healing
But healing, I believe, is something wine can do
Every drop of wine for me
is more potent than any healing potion.
Author notes
J'ai bu quelque chose de bon!
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Comments
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well, I'm tea total and a non smoker, and how refreshing to read a like wise write, lovely indeed.
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Thanks XD
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