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A sheathed sword despised,      the sword unsheathed, slays; Grace and patience bestowed      on the rebellion to turn. The dead returned to life,      but the living remains dead; Life shrouded in secrecy,      lest the dead irrevocably condemned.
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Jul 3, 2020
Jul 3, 2020 at 12:00 AM UTC
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A sheathed sword despised,      the sword unsheathed, slays; Grace and patience bestowed      on the rebellion to turn. The dead returned to life,      but the living remains dead; Life shrouded in secrecy,      lest the dead irrevocably condemned.
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Jul 3, 2020
Jul 3, 2020 at 12:00 AM UTC
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