EVER SINCE MAN FIRST CRUSHED GRAPES
To live it, is to know it, who ever wrote this lived this, and was surely one of us
Prov. 23: 29-35
29 Who hath woe? who hath sorrow? who hath contentions who hath babbling? who hath wounds without cause? who hath redness of eyes?
Sounds like one of my hangovers.
30 They that tarry long at the wine; they that go to seek mixed wine.
Last call for alcohol! You don’t have to go home, but you can’t stay here. None of that watered down wine you give to the tourists, I want the real thing.
31 Look not thou upon the wine when it is red, when it giveth his colour in the cup, when it moveth itself aright.
That’s it the big deep cup, filler up with the good stuff. I might be a little tipsy but my wine will always know which way is up.
32 At the last it biteth like a serpent, and stingeth like an adder.
OK so it’s a little dangerous, OK even might be a little deadly. I can handle it, no problem.
33 Thine eyes shall behold strange women, and thine heart shall utter perverse things.
Hey good looking I don’t know you, but you call to me. I like the swing on your back porch. Can you think of a better way to get to know some body
34 Yea, thou shalt be as he that lieth down in the midst of the sea, or as he that lieth upon the top of a mast.
The room spins as I lay my head down, I throw my leg to the floor to steady the swerve of the curve. Sometimes it’s so violent I feel like I am going to be flung out of the crows nest and right out of the door.
35 They have stricken me, shalt thou say, and I was not sick; they have beaten me,and I felt it not: when shall I awake? I will seek it yet again.
Don’t you remember you were a mess, they beat you up? You really don’t remember? Your sick and you don’t feel a thing anymore. It’s like a nightmare that won’t end, no matter what I can’t stop, for I will need to drink once more.
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