Tonight we dine in hell,
Drink from the crimson tide,
Chew on the aborted ideas,
Swallow the splinters of pride.
Tonight we dine in hell,
Talk in vintage dialect,
Strike with dewy words,
Buy our souls from Plight.
Tonight we dine in hell,
Raise the dead from slumber,
Nurture the crevices within,
Walk the streets of content.
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