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Pray for us now and at the hour of our birth pray for us now rebirth Dig up my bones for I roll in the grave, Use them wisely, build a morbid mausoleum, An elegy to the macabre. A world that's a waste land pray for hope to be saved, From swaddled in a cradle to running reckless disastrously spinning his fable, Echoed down for years to come A story constantly revised yet forever left undone. Eliot your nightmare smiles through this Faded century, Hollow men we are Dead men lost in rat's alley Where we lost our bones to A false God named Tech springing from a silicon valley. Getting through time without a grey hair I understand love lost its way in the watery space    somewhere between Vega and Altair Shantih.                                                                       Hours Hours Hours Pray                                                                                 Hours Hours   for                                                                                         Hours    me     now      and       at        my        death
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Oct 22, 2015
Oct 22, 2015 at 5:48 PM UTC
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Pray for us now and at the hour of our birth pray for us now rebirth Dig up my bones for I roll in the grave, Use them wisely, build a morbid mausoleum, An elegy to the macabre. A world that's a waste land pray for hope to be saved, From swaddled in a cradle to running reckless disastrously spinning his fable, Echoed down for years to come A story constantly revised yet forever left undone. Eliot your nightmare smiles through this Faded century, Hollow men we are Dead men lost in rat's alley Where we lost our bones to A false God named Tech springing from a silicon valley. Getting through time without a grey hair I understand love lost its way in the watery space    somewhere between Vega and Altair Shantih.                                                                       Hours Hours Hours Pray                                                                                 Hours Hours   for                                                                                         Hours    me     now      and       at        my        death
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Oct 22, 2015
Oct 22, 2015 at 5:48 PM UTC
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