The
look on Cynthia’s face when I asked the question was the strangest. I wondered
if I should worry about it or not. Because, Cynthia was one girl I
never understood: she was a really
Steering my hot soup Seeing steam bubble Thinking how all we came Existence therefrom And every want to rise to fame Without breaking a simple sweat Bullshit the leper and the lame ladies around having no shame Rise and fall is all about death
I saw your tears when they put me down, This earth my place of rest forever shall be, My Queen, my light, don’t ever take off that crown Your majesty, your glory this place more of you shall see.