Recent On Essays

King of [Sodomy]

 

I’m crying everyones tears and

there inside our private war

I died the night before

And all of these remnants of joy,

what am I supposed to do?

I want to cook you a soup

that warms your soul

I want to cook you a soup

that freezes your soul

But nothing would change,

nothing would change at all

Its just a day that brings

It all about

Just another day

Just another day

And nothings any good

 

I have so much to do

I have nothing to do

I have to carry on

I have to stay

I wonder if this grief will

ever let me go

never let me go

I feel like

I am the king

of Sorrow

of Sodomy

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