Insalubrious concoction
From the depths of The Tome
Squirming ingredients
Add themselves to the bowl
Inhaling the fumes
Of brimstone and bile
A smear to the world
A cure for this life
Unavowed pleasure
Silencing the calls
A festering cauldron
To muffle them all
A flask of oblivion
Liquefied hate and unconcern
A nonchalant sip
It may do me no harm!
...
I fell to the floor
And I couldn't get up
After drinking a pint of
The fright in that cup
Astringency and tannins
Oxidised worms and lungs
Drying, pungent sensation
On cheeks, tongue, and gums
Non-Euclidean inebriation
Guiltless alkaloid
Trans-dimensional jag
Non-Euclidean inebriation
Banishes me into the Void (x4)
(Into the Void)
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