Wine is about the arrival of the messianic age, right? About the generosity of God. It’s about joy replacing lack.
New wine in new wine skin – it’s about coming of the messiah. It’s about the future banquet. It’s about the kingdom of God. It’s about hope. Fulfilment.
But this is old wine, in old skin.
The rotting wine in rotting skin. The putrescent wine in putrescent skin. The senescent wine, in senescent skin. That’s as old as anything in the world. As rotten as anything in the world. As decayed.
The wine has been rotting all the length of time. The wine has been curdling all the length of time. The wine has reached the deepest rancidity.
It’s like it’s been cursed, this wine. Just as everything’s been cursed.
Tasting notes of, like, original sin. Of cosmic curse. Of damnation. Notes of all the circles of hell.
Notes of strangulation. Notes of sin, deep sin. Notes of defiance. Notes of perversity. Notes of abomination.
This wine is seething. It’s satanic. It was probably made to be part of some satanic ritual.
This wine’s, like, bubbling with sheer satanism. It’s frothing, like the spittle on the mouth of a rabid dog. It’s foaming.
Tasting notes: rabid dog’s spittle. Cancer – can you taste cancer? Well, this is what cancer would taste like. Notes of pedophilia, probably. Of Jimmy Saville. All the disgusting things.
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