A perverted city Whose occupants Unseats the natural order Wonderful city of mysteries Where truth smells martyr And falsehood wallow in legitimatecy
A ***** Where sodomites ******* We found solace in our deeds But the opportunity of the second phase eludes us
Skulls as Cups Bloods as wines Our existence grace dwindle We never got to understand The temporality of the temporal
Our city, The euphoriant Which makes the ticket of empyrean Slipped away from our palms In the temporal space We will rest but not in peace Because we are sodomites