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faith has always professed us
you can call it God
make one of many
game the grammar for the end of time
eyes blaze to see
heart dozes, it goes easy on
soul is cryogenic
yet startles
the fitful mind
in all the nonsense of abstraction
it's words body forth, they bode
planets still explode, and stars
life, not merely lives, expires
but not now, not yet
please read on into the fires
there's universal hum to hear
every comfort's our side
the wind tears down
each last commandment
it's the silence
takes our names
but you
can call it God
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