Drink Up.
Sobriety gives time to think
Thinking only gives hate and produces blood
Whereas the drink gives me hope and some superficial love
All the while they demand of us a purpose in life
They say that we should seize the day while we linger in the night
They're fighting for nothing, fervently, until the death
Ask yourself three letters W-H-Y and what comes next
If nothing, so be it
If something, let's see it
Death is a pussy and I have no urge to cheat it
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