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He, the Dawn

I have ushered.
I have saved.

I have released the sufferer,
In extremity their will tested,
by my caress, their journey ended
into the hold of eternal night.
Who has pain? Gone it is.
After all is endured,
A course run well,
For my escape they pray
A wish to grant the tired soul,
I, dispassionate, allow egress.

I have ushered.
I have saved.

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