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With a Peace

On the last day
When all souls
Are called
By God
To account,
I
Shall be called
By the Vagabond Spirit
For mine.

With a peace...
With a peace...
With a peace...

The hills shall be filled
With a peace.
The sun shall go down
With a peace.

And my heart shall burst
With the joy of life
To smithereens.

And the drops of blood
Shall fly
Into
The night-time sky

Then dance
In a brilliant display
Of sparks
For all men
To see

Then fall
Falling down
Into
The new Earth.

Then from each one
A new
Magnificence
Shall grow.

poem by Sadia Arman
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