The KingMy magnificent city is a glorious triumph over Mother Nature. Strength and determination will over the forces that which try to deter us from the course. Nay, I said, we would build. And we will build until the sweat off our brow falls unto our dead comrades' graves. And even then, we will prosper, expanding our reaches until the skies. Nay! Beyond the heavens. Farther than God himself.It will be glorious, my people.Glorious indeed.
ComfortShe comes home everyday crying.I nuzzle against her leg.She fakes a smile, says I'm alright.I follow her to the bedroom.She lies down and stares at a photo.I call out to her.She doesn't respond.I jump up to her side, calling out again.She says Tom, why doesn't he love me?I purr.She smiles, Thank you, Tom.