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Isaiah 6:8
Beat wings of black and stir up the smoke.
The time has come to fly again.
Slip your loose chains and rise born of anguish and fear.
Spread hatred under promises of peace unkept. Acrid smoke, pour out and block the sun.
These acts hidden from God’s light.
Not watching anymore and averted shameful gaze,
Still gloried warriors pray, picking lines they like.
Here am I. Send me. Send me to break you laws.
There are higher laws now.
Here am I, send me, blood sacrifice,
To make the beast sleep. Make weary the people who stole its sleep,
And roused the beast.
Here am I, send me.
Your son, your daughter, your loss. Make hatred under the banner of peace.
Make weary yourself and drown your wakefulness in tears.
Make the beast sleep within you.
Drowse until you forget. Here am I, send me to return to the dust.
Send me to be saluted.
To lay peaceful under brilliant colors.
To be made weary no more.