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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ujzMHLac404

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In the clouds -

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In the thickening haze,

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The eddying whirlpool of twisted abrasion, in its tide,

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In its maze of myth and mystery -

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I sat and prayed.

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I knew not what I prayed for

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Or to whom it was I was imploring

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But I prayed to something then,

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Thereby and thereafter.

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I lied when I said I never do.

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Prayer is not but a question

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For things you can't comprehend

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And yet still want to believe in.

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And I think the only irrelevance 

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Comes from positing prayer

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By begging.

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There's no sense in answering beggars

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And there's no benefit to beggary.

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For what sense is a gift

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If when you come by it

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It's delivered to you, for nothing.

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