#MastoPrompt #gall
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#poem #poetry
The wormwood and the gall
Behold my cup o'er flows
A draught that would appall
But still the measure grows
They spring from depths with force
From wounds that never close
And ne'er exhaust the source
Cold hatred of my foes
Should I myself chastise?
No! Rather let's progress
I drink to their demise
And mine as well I guess