the moment has arrived to take our place
at this ceremonial breaking of the bread
breaking of bread, not banging of heads
as our supper meal often played that way
i must make amends for much i can't recall
and set your spirit free to be at blessed peace
i am so sorry, father, i sincerely didn't know
how consumed with righteous indignation,
bitterness and spite i had let myself become
i now release you to your final resting place
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