Poisoned
That night….
At the private gathering of the scorpions
A heated and bitter discussion
Continued for a long while
The topic: injecting poison into knowledge’s organs
Choosing the poison
They couldn’t come to an agreement
Suddenly, from their midst
A black one, the worst of his offspring
Opened his barbed mouth
Saying that
Night is passing, we mustn’t delay
While the victims sleep
Arise and find someone to sting
I inherited from my grandfather
A bottle of deadly poison
I will sacrifice myself…
2001
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