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Who but the mad a brother's return, we might have had |
would wait ten years, to seek revenge on any morning? |
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Dark kin are you come all this way Your ways and words of what I am Burdens laid down charges and trusts obligations necessity in long years doing burying my heart growing slow toward |
in very truth from my own village. remind me in my soul. long ago I cast aside I betrayed I abandoned well enough, in petty things a death in life. |
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All the while, the hind's body our sister's death Sacrificed Vengeance betrayed, our father's death Our mother's hand, Huge in the gate I am not stone |
behind my eyes, clad in blood upon the altar. to speed the ships. gone cold; on his return in the yellow dust. steeped in his blood. lions stare down to watch unmoved. |
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Not enough clean of death I am a mass black with old blood, that bleed anew You stand restoring Law and excavate |
to walk and speak and call that life. of half-healed wounds raised scabs to your touch. and offer peace, you change the world my soul. |
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| This be my death, | then I go willing. |
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