Its wine or blood

It’s wine or blood
Depends on how it tastes
Each one intoxicating
Depends on how one takes

It’s an addiction
The goblets change
the body or the bottle
the coincidence is strange

Rich feast on poor
Strong on the weak
The toast is for the victor
Never a privilege of the meek

The beast reeks of power
There is no remorseful eye
It sucks to the very last
till the skeleton is dry

It’s not the win
It gloats on the loss
Intoxicated beast
steps on the slushy red sauce

It’s blood or wine
Greedy fangs knows
Wine may be over
The blood still flows