At the end of man where all things come true
I will be at the feet of the god worshiped by you
In my arms I bear questions about human life and mystery
Celebrating at the feast quoting the end of history
It is a peaceful land in the sky
Senses tingle in loss of the question 'why.'
The angelic chorus echoes softly in our ears
Ending regression, replacing malice with cheers.
Wondrous glory rests around us in every wall
Attributed by the majestic presence I now draw
This land exists somewhere out there in the land
Remaining now is for the gods to somehow meet this very demand.
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