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Revision as of 07:01, 30 July 2010 by D.west.ton (talk | contribs) (i should have wrote it that way from the beginning....)
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.