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