He is an ace that the Lord
Had up his sleeve all along
Mysterious face rising out of the ashes
The Lord mixed from thousands of wars
He is the jewel of cremation
Of innumerable soldiers and flags
The smoke of the ages billows before us
Forming a tuxedo from rags
He is a speck of the stardust
That glowed through the fires of Pompeii
By design the Lord left us to wait for this light
That reaches the millions today
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