Revenge from a blow
How far will it go
Death with scent of wine
His life shall be mine
Bound by lock and chain
Fits of laughter he cant contain
Trickery is what he believes
Betrayal is what he receives
Skilled hand makes your wall
Sorrow pleads you shall call
Left alone to think of past
As for me, my lovely cask
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