Dry Bones

Unknown Artist

 

Dry Bones


I pray to my God
Of The Used and T
he Users
Be still my heart — breathe;
Where hate rages for all time
In the Lone Land of Madness

I pray to my God
Of The Used and The Users
Be still my heart — breathe;
Where hate rages for all time
In the Lone Land of Sadness

I pray to my God
Of The Used and The Users
Be still my heart — breathe;
Where hate rages for all time
In the Lone Land of Mankind

 

“This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.”
— T. S. Eliot, The Hollow Men
   Voice   Handwriting


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