Why make a short story long?
"Let us be merry. Drink the wine
And afterwards his body will be bury
May we bask and laud"
Desperately lost in this sea of stolen, squalid riches
And with that word it happened by chance
He took a bottle in which the poison danced
And drank and gave his fellow drink as well
From which they both began to swell

Oh, the final act of loss
Entwined in golden vines, tempted with a kiss
A sealed fate, a gruesome end
For death is what they deserved

Adorned with acrid vile, a trophy of deceit
Box up their sinner bones, into the crystal tomb
Let the world see their plight
Forever branded villains and rejected by Christ

Death is all that makes them equal
This, a glass coffin burial
Avicenna wrote in no cannon for fell
More wonder signs of empoisoning
Then had these wretches met at their end
Thus ended be these murderers two
And eke the false empoisoner also

Despicable vermin buried without a coin
Linking divine spirit with bestial flesh
Humankind thus a monstrous creation

Oh, cursed sin!
A traitorous homicide!
Oh wickedness!
Oh, thy gluttony of luxury and lust!
What of thy creator?
Thou blasphemer of Christ
Alas mankind!
How may it betide?

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