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 lie factory ring bells,

And who knows how far can it go.

Then confusion strike like an explosion,

Streets full of wanderers of both kinds,

Wondering where is the way towards,

The most desired Peace of mind.

That's when the cross of comes in,

There at calvary are blessing spell,

That destroy fear of selfishness,

And spread new kinship of righteousness.

That's when the cross comes in,

On its woods are cleansing blood,

That destroy worries of oneself,

And flourish peace of mind.