The New Gods don’t deserve our faith,
Who can tend to the Needful,
Those who lacked the cool patience,
To appreciate mornings,
Their endless revolutions,
And the sweet sublimity,
Of sleeping in on a work day?
The New Gods don’t deserve our faith,
Who can tend to the Needful,
Those who lacked the cool patience,
To appreciate mornings,
Their endless revolutions,
And the sweet sublimity,
Of sleeping in on a work day?
Discarded Recollections 