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I am drinking the poison of life,

From a goblet I don't think I sought,

Every drop I gulp down the throat,

Cuts my heart like the sharpest knife.

Why must I not drink that which sustains me,

Gives me the strength to live and be,

I care no more for what you think,

My numbered days need a stretching brink.

So whether it is the venom of a snake,

Or hemlock left in some forgotten plate,

I shall dare and tempt my fate,

I dare you to come and tell me to wait.

The cup of life is my daily drink,

So I shall not let go or shrink,

From wine or poison or even that kiss,

That I know won't be worse that what's amiss.