| Why make a short story long?
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| «Let us be merry. |
| Drink the wine
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| And afterwards his body will be bury
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| May we bask and laud»
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| Desperately lost in this sea of stolen, squalid riches
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| And with that word it happened by chance
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| He took a bottle in which the poison danced
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| And drank and gave his fellow drink as well
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| From which they both began to swell
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| Oh, the final act of loss
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| Entwined in golden vines, tempted with a kiss
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| A sealed fate, a gruesome end
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| For death is what they deserved
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| Adorned with acrid vile, a trophy of deceit
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| Box up their sinner bones, into the crystal tomb
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| Let the world see their plight
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| Forever branded villains and rejected by Christ
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| Death is all that makes them equal
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| This, a glass coffin burial
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| Avicenna wrote in no cannon for fell
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| More wonder signs of empoisoning
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| Then had these wretches met at their end
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| Thus ended be these murderers two
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| And eke the false empoisoner also
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| Despicable vermin buried without a coin
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| Linking divine spirit with bestial flesh
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| Humankind thus a monstrous creation
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| Oh, cursed sin!
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| A traitorous homicide!
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| Oh wickedness!
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| Oh, thy gluttony of luxury and lust!
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| What of thy creator?
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| Thou blasphemer of Christ
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| Alas mankind!
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| How may it betide? |