At the end of atonement

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This time

    he knew

This time

    he'd come

This time

    to behold

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To be and to hold

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Not to pass judgment

Not to rule, not to fight

Not you, not even hisself

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And in his dream

he contemplated

on atonement

when the mother

hurriedly entered the room

where he was evading

rowdy family life

She, the mother,

forcefully put it shut

followed by an exclaim

of hurt, of pain 

by the mother's brother

as he saw the man's fingers

caught and crushed 

between door and frame 

suddenly it were the fingers

of a toddler -petite-

pushing mother aside

he freed the little fingers

of the before cross brother

there was no more rage

but the hurt of a child

babbling injuredly

in a language he didn't speak

the fingers whole, not hurt

but he understood just the same

he comforted the man-child

soothing the hurt by the mother

locking out, wounding him

and there he forgave the brother

his anger, awakening his soul

as he lay open his chest 

and the dream then told him

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This time

    you're in the know

        to forgive

This time

    you'll conquer rage

        to comfort

This time

    forgive and comfort

        fools and by that me

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