When we wish to enter into the Devine
The best way to start is with Wine
As old as recorded History
Let the pleasures of wine flow into Me
Unfocus our Sight
As we head into Delight
Our senses Abound
As our feet feel like they have left the Ground
We can all relax while we Talk
And head into the Eternal Baccanaught
These things were put here for a Reason
Each pleasure in its own Season
Tonight we drink to you Dionysus
For we know your presence is always with Us
We seek a life full of Pleasure
And with you we find it beyond all Measure
So mighty Lord watch over your People
As this wine becomes our Temple
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