The Rants of Dankhus

To a friend: they were all happy but you. They're all smiling in this photograph, but you have your own troubles. I found that out shortly after we met, and I made you well for just a couple of moments. But then came your fall, and to this day I'm still struggling to find the reason why you're this moral whore that stands before me today. What happened? Was the struggle to stay on the right path too much? Do you like it so? Please tell me.

The reason why we're not together anymore is that you've held peasants by the hand.