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These hands from the Jörmungandr

And this blade is a lighting bolt

There will no be pain

There will only be liberation

In you is the world concentrated

Elements aligned within as without

The same goes for you kin

As they are, you are

With flowers most beautiful

Full of life, in their prime, same as you

Is the place of your passing prepared

This not a moment of horror

None of this is in vain

Your shouts, curses, prayers

None of them are unheard

Here you lie, here's your answer

This is the peak of your journey

Can't you see

But it matters not, for your chains I know

This is done for me and for you the same

As i said it before

This you brought to yourself

My hand is that of justice

Your throat that of mercy

 With flowers most beautiful

Full of life, in their prime, same as you

Is the place of your passing prepared

This not a moment of horror

Now, as the cut is done

And your blood flows

I feel myself lifted

My burden, my pain

It is no more

All I was is no more

Nothing was lost in transition

But everything through it gained