Nepenthe
I am a wounded man who has lost all belief!
The Grim Reaper will soon be coming like a thief!
{The fickle sickle of a pestering Jester}
Give me Nepenthe that I may forget my grief,
And relearn to be joyous in this life so brief!
Make me drink this nectar, may I find some relief!
Maybe I'll change my mind and shed my unbelief,
Or find my lost hope and turn over a new leaf!
This cup of forgetfulness will now become chief
In restoring my faith, I'll wipe my disbelief!
Give me Nepenthe that I may forget my grief,
And relearn to be joyous in this life so brief!
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