| My brother be,
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| calm amongst withered grain.
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| Come join me,
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| from life’s ebb we shall refrain.
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| Your failing eyes half blindly
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| stare and glimpse this fevered face,
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| valediction.
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| You marked this earth with calloused hands,
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| broke bread amongst your kin.
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| Another haggard conquered pawn,
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| a discarded volunteer.
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| A husk with an idea of life,
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| with eyes burning like fire,
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| valediction.
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| Cast aside these earthly woes,
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| you wove this tapestry of battles.
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| I’ll pay you pittance for your days,
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| yet loosen all your shackles.
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| I am the seer in the dark,
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| the vagabond of yore,
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| valediction.
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| I am the sum of all your parts,
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| and proprietor of all.
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| A miasma,
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| the conclusion,
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| blackmonger of Inlé,
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| valediction.
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| Synapses fray,
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| my form now vivid,
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| as torpor sets and blood grows tepid.
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| With every ounce of flesh now offered,
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| I hold your corpse within my coffers.
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| Knitted cells now split asunder,
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| stand alongside me brother.
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| Take your place amongst my Owsla,
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| we march at dawn now and forever.
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| Cross your palms and acquiesce,
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| take a bow as they ascend.
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| Scent these grounds with your presence,
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| ring the change of days now done.
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| Myselves
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| The grievers
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| Grieve
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| Among the street burned to tireless death
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| A child of a few hours
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| With its kneading mouth
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| Charred on the black breast of the grave
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| The mother dug, and its arms full of fires.
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| Begin
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| With singing
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| Sing
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| Darkness kindled back into beginning
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| When the caught tongue nodded blind,
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| A star was broken
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| Into the centuries of the child
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| Myselves grieve now, and miracles cannot atone." |