Dionysus of the Web

There he sits upon his throne

In the web, his chaos sown.

Drunken though his thoughts may be

Others read it readily,

While drinking in the words so fair,

They drink it all without much care.

Intoxication stirs in them,

As now they sing his chaos hymn.

"Dionysus the Great!" they cry.

They'll sing his praise until they die.

This poem is about: 
My country
Our world


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