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''This was written while Raphael was captured and imprisoned by Monsters for the second time. He scratched it onto the wall with a piece of rat bone he acquired.'' | ''This was written while Raphael was captured and imprisoned by Monsters for the second time. He scratched it onto the wall with a piece of rat bone he acquired.'' | ||
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<u>The God of Wine</u> | <u>The God of Wine</u> | ||
| − | I know a man who treats me well, | + | ''I know a man who treats me well, |
| − | I may only meet him in one way, | + | ''I may only meet him in one way, |
| − | When my soul is trapped in a cell, | + | ''When my soul is trapped in a cell, |
| − | I invite him to an evening soiree. | + | ''I invite him to an evening soiree. |
| − | Is it right that I am aware of | + | ''Is it right that I am aware of death, |
| − | Or that inside this skull I am alone, | + | ''Or that inside this skull I am alone, |
| − | Must I try to savour every breath, | + | ''Must I try to savour every breath, |
| − | Or is it better to have never known. | + | ''Or is it better to have never known. |
| − | Each day burdens me with woe, | + | ''Each day burdens me with woe, |
| − | Each night I dread the cold, | + | ''Each night I dread the cold, |
| − | There ''is'' a happiness that I know, | + | ''There ''is'' a happiness that I know, |
| − | Gained only in his hold. | + | ''Gained only in his hold. |
| − | You know this man as well as I, | + | ''You know this man as well as I, |
| − | For we are just the same, | + | ''For we are just the same, |
| − | We beg him not to say good-bye, | + | ''We beg him not to say good-bye, |
| − | As when he leaves we are to blame, | + | ''As when he leaves we are to blame, |
| − | For the life spent in his worship. | + | ''For the life spent in his worship. |
Latest revision as of 07:01, 30 July 2010
This was written while Raphael was captured and imprisoned by Monsters for the second time. He scratched it onto the wall with a piece of rat bone he acquired.
The God of Wine
I know a man who treats me well,
I may only meet him in one way,
When my soul is trapped in a cell,
I invite him to an evening soiree.
Is it right that I am aware of death,
Or that inside this skull I am alone,
Must I try to savour every breath,
Or is it better to have never known.
Each day burdens me with woe,
Each night I dread the cold,
There is a happiness that I know,
Gained only in his hold.
You know this man as well as I,
For we are just the same,
We beg him not to say good-bye,
As when he leaves we are to blame,
For the life spent in his worship.
