We are nothing but hollow inside.
We are the hollow men.
Divided truth weighting despair.
As never before.
We are nothing but hollow inside.
We dreaded echo much for pleasure.
And when it came thou need no more.
As were before.
"Shall i preserved the deed you did?" he asked.
"Nay, for there are none but none to spare" he too answered.
"Shall i burn away the greed you staked?" he asked.
"Nay, let it burned the heart of thy instead" he too said.
We are not but hollow men.
Bearded the odium by Lexis of appeal.
Let thee perish to rot is what lie beneath.
As never before.
And he indicted with no tails to end.
What sham is this you lay upon?
Such pretense thee shame not to act?
You let this pledge smeared by your ill-bred.
Let there be no more for such bad act.
And at the very end he cursed thou rot.
Two can play this game of con he claimed.
For thou had lied since thee have met.
The tale of shambles he thought were played.
This is the tale of the hollow men.
So might the oath to be broken or to be mend.
But...
Had thou know the real yarn at this end.
Had there be not a world's end?
