| The end
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| The union of the father and the wayward son
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| Atop the sister peaks above the valley, Agamemnon
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| Under angels
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| Above the lightless fallen stars
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| A pale cloaked rider
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| Circles to his call
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| With the countless counted
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| Lost in confusion
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| Await the harvest hour
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| Await the son
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| The falling answers
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| Clarity as a flood
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| The weeping liars
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| Creation undone
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| Revelation
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| As was told all along
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| The facing gates swing open
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| And drag their children home
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| So far from mercy
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| Pay the boatmens toll
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| As we see the lightbringer has reclaimed his sword
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| They await the harvest hour
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| They await the descent
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| All I have and all I know
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| And it comes back to me, like a child’s dream
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| All so familiar for things I’ve never seen |