O my Lord, at last we meet
Here in the temple of my defeat
The boy is broken, no longer human
And by his ruin is made complete
O my Lord, at last I see
The whole creation is weightless and empty
The very evening will not receive me
And everything is afraid of me
O my Lord, I'm almost ready
To say you knew me and then that I had need
As one more sailor fulfills his failure
Beneath your laughter and the useless sea

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