I have only moments sweet Soni,
my soul has begate great dispair, tragedy, and turmoil;
oh sweet disparity, chide thy foul tounge;
bring forth the hounds of hell;
cast thy soul unto the eternal clenches of Sheol;
salvage those discombobulated manifestations of plight.
Oh, my sweet sweet Soni, my mind pains, longes;
ostracize thee no more;
Sweet purgatory, strike thee with humble countenance;
Oh, my sweet sweet Soni, I have just.......farted..
I'm such a geek.
Deep


