Jericho

'Twas long ago near Jericho where Joshua lit the spark
A soldier from a holy war lay dying in the dark
And he heard the final trumpet
Through the sacred culling ground
He heard a sound like thunder
As walls came tumbling down
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He’d prayed to find redemption — He prayed for inner peace
He’d prayed upon the innocents when searching for release
He had travelled far behind the lines — cut the sacred wire
He’d put his lips against the steel — the symbol of his ire
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The lifeline — his holy cross — the giver of sweet gifts
Small mercies for the dying on a final graveyard shift
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There was a final consecration — a final calling card
A lifetimes culmination for the words that came so hard
The blood was coursing through his veins — he knew the final score
Sword lay in the scabbard — Death was at the door
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