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Mystery of Deity, the incarnated beckons me.
From the abyss of ages past,
You call to me and with broken voice I roar:
Place
me
at
thy
right
hand
and
count
me
among
thy
saints.
I will spread my wings and die with barrels
smoking and my feet soaked in sordid blood.
With your cross on my banner,
with your holy wounds ever present in my heart,
With the pain of birth, not of rotting death.
Let me die the death of one standing on his feet.
A martyr of freedom in a world of bondage.
Let me hold my ground until my head rolls upon it,
My eyes fixed upon the sky until you
come upon it as the fire on mount Carmel.
Let that be the day when we draw swords together.
Let that be the day when we draw breath together.
Live once and die forever,
or die once and live forever? I have made my choice.
Should I fade I pray: Call
me
with
the
trumpet
on
the
final
day.