The Drink of Fools
Darkness
Drowning in that lie
That liquid that betrays
Color of the amber sun
Whispered to be the Gods drink
Too potent for mortal blood
Consumed by Spartan Violence
Shattering glass
Wallowing in misery
Darkness
Control was never grasped
Only an illusion of the polluted mind
No oracle would praise
or promise drink
Until the end of the days
Consumed by that image
Wavering before bloodshot eyes
Hephaestus slamming his hammer
Into the sides of a mortals cranium
Bleary judgement
Bruised knuckles on a hand
The amber lies of the God's entertainment
One sip that brings instead of light
Sweet darkness
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