Let us pause before the veil of peace
Day meets here night into night
Reason of existence raises the hope of reaping
God holds the wotld upon his bosom.

Yet we pose a gravdigger before a hangman
Trumpeting the drum of peace
No human soul hears the sound of dawn.

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