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All The Nameless Lost
Sometimes the world seems little more than a gradual falling apart a disintegration in slow motion all the good people I know fighting just to find a piece of the world to hold onto pinned like insects beneath the weight of days past days yet to come and this moment now this moment now and the moon over Phoenix and the moon over San Francisco are one and the same and just as lonely I have no god so I offer up my prayers to anyone who’ll listen and I imagine this wine not as the blood of Christ but of all the nameless lost who came before and tonight these 3 a.m. songs are for you and for me and anyone else who needs them. |