Olol

I'm not even going to pretend IM FINLY GON UPDAT AGANE! I know I just use this for random ranting. :[

On that whim, T. S. Eliot's Hollow Men frigging looks like lyrics of some death metal song, particularly the fifth part.

Here we go round the prickly pear
Prickly pear prickly pear
Here we go round the prickly pear
At five o'clock in the morning.

Between the idea
And the reality
Between the motion
And the act
Falls the Shadow

For Thine is the Kingdom

Between the conception
And the creation
Between the emotion
And the response
Falls the Shadow

Life is very long

Between the desire
And the spasm
Between the potency
And the existence
Between the essence
And the descent
Falls the Shadow

For Thine is the Kingdom

For Thine is
Life is
For Thine is the

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.


POEMS ARE NOT SUPPOSED TO REPEAT THE SAME LINE DIRECTLY OVER AND OVER. I can understand each stanza or something to make some wacky point, but honestly I think Toilets was just trying to invent death metal.