4 March 2013
I'm surrounded by creatures, Driven by lust, And I've learned, They deserve no trust.
Over and over, I try yo rely, On the creatures, That pass me by.
Trust though, is wasted, On slaves of lust, All the bonds, Turn to dust.
If ever a sickness, Made monster of man, I would not need, A change of plan.
Monster or not, Mankind's a wine, That does not please, This tongue of mine.
Not A Wine For Me • Opuss № I