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The kingdom’s come and built upon wood and nails gripped with joyfulness, So send me out, within Your ways knowing that the task is finished. The dead will rise and give You praise - wood and nails will not hold them down! These wooden tombs, we’ll break them soon and fashion them into flower beds, The curse is done, the battle won swords bent down into plowshares, Your scar-borne hands, we’ll join with them, serving at the table You’ve prepared.