New kinship
It is said that on bottom of bottles, Are the the mysterious spell, That destroy worries of oneself, And flourish peace of mind. On top of that common sense, Built the very foundation, Of the giant imaginary gate, That differentiate two worlds. Worlds of sobriety and reality, And the realm of drunkenness. Two descendants have set rules, And that ritaul dictate present. The high goers have their way, Of claiming boundless happiness, energetic gathering full of dances, and melodious songs with 8th note. Meanwhile sober world is quite, Calm and full of sharp attention. Like the snow covered lake, Even it's fiercest waves are silent. But behind that colorful curtains, There are dead and dreadful secret, And once it's venom is injected, Ashes and ruins spread all over. In drunkenness are sober truth, The full color gets on full display, Deadly moves get set in motion, And the depth can be an abyss. In sobriety are drunken thoughts, Jealous and hatred get sheltered, Deliveries from l...