Classified beyond all reason
Kept hidden all year, all four seasons
Until it was time to send out the truth
A bottle is the messenger, no phone no booth
The empty wine, that tonight has drowned my sorrow
Will be used as a weapon you will face tomorrow
Its important that the message stays confidential
For leaked to the wrong ears could be quite consequential
The briefing from you to me made quite clear so long ago
This vendetta of mine in this message will forever flow
I’m no war hero like William Wallace with the gift of a thistle
I’m a coward who must send my message hidden in both a bottle and missile
The sidewinder will find its goal
To this I have no concern
My reconnaissance team knows your heart and sole
I pray to God for a direct hit, crash and burn
Locked on now no turning back
This empty bottle of wine and missile, my own weapon rack
I press the red button it’s sent and thats a fact
Hold onto your heart prepare for impact.
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