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I kneel before your holy silence
Both praise, and pleading in my words. I chant a prayer of sinfulness, A longing for my tomb. It's forgiveness that I beg for, A confirmation of your love. Whether I'm sent to heaven, or To your temple far below. Release my promises like incense, Let me free to roam alone, And never again will I bless your name. Never from the fire I return. A communion of voices reach me, Claiming me as their own. But our history's creed I'm sworn to. Your divine servant I've become.
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