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Sky and Dirt Drawn Together
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Rupture, momentum, a mighty squall
Look at them, it’s no use to run
Away from a wave a mile tall
But Your will be done
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Their love for You, misunderstood
And a war that’s never won.
In a crowd a man erupts in powder and blood.
Even here, Your will be done.
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A lonely flier
Makes two towers into one
Of steel, glass, bones and fire
Your will be done
The sky and the dirt drawn together
In the mud is dropped heaven’s son
To a post of wood a dead man tethered.
Your will be done.
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