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  "thread": {
    "id": 3852,
    "subject": "[ANNOUNCE] Release of Julia Ecklar CD with _Book of the New Sun_",
    "messages": 1,
    "voices": 1,
    "first": "2003-02-15T18:24:34+00:00",
    "last": "2003-02-15T18:24:34+00:00"
  },
  "messages": [
    {
      "message_id": "<urth-v0302-2940@digest.urth.net>",
      "from": {
        "name": "Eli Goldberg",
        "address": "eli at prometheus-music.com"
      },
      "date": "2003-02-15T18:24:34+00:00",
      "subject": "(urth) [ANNOUNCE] Release of Julia Ecklar CD with _Book of the New Sun_",
      "in_reply_to": null,
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          "text": "Hi!\n\n    I'd noticed that several of you were looking for Julia Ecklar's song\n_Terminus Est_ a few years ago, and thought you may wish to know that her\nDivine Intervention cassette containing this song is now available as a CD.\n\n    Mr. Wolfe was known to have owned the original cassette, and\nenthusiastically acknowledged receipt of a complimentary copy of the CD.\n\n    More information about the CD, MP3 sample tracks, and ordering\ninformation are at http://www.prometheus-music.com/divine.html .\n\n    Appended are the lyrics to Julia's song, since it was of interest to\nmembers of this list (admittedly a _long_ time ago!).\n\n    Yours,\n\n\n    Eli Goldberg\n    (the publisher)\n\n\n----\n\nTERMINUS EST\nCopyright 1986 Julia Ecklar\nhttp://mp3.com/ecklar\n\nThe shadow hovers o'er us, old and long,\nIts power fuligin and vast.\nTradition slithers 'round us,\nLike serpent's coils it's bound us­\nBound us to the shadow of the torturer's mask.\n\n            An ancient place the one I have and hold,\n            An ancient lesson I do learn.\n            Our job to slay the people,\n            Our place to do the evil.\n            \"Pity the poor prisoners, may the torturers burn!\"\n\nWe must not sway beneath our heinous work;\nCompassion is the greatest crime.\nI take one life in kindness,\nThey damn me for my blindness\nAnd I¹ll bear that stigma 'till the end of my time.\n\n            Her memories haunt me when I¹m most alone;\n            No longer can I see the right.\n            Unwilling penance claw me,\n            Conciliation draw me\n            Into my grim future, into Urth's blackest night.\n\n                The sword of this sad lictor of uncounted deaths can tell.\n                Her blade marks the division between living death and Hell.\n\nSo as I journey toward a hated post,\nDespair is in her finest hour.\nUpon God's path must I tread,\nMy fate to make and raise dead,\nWielding like a sword an old and Urth-saving power.\n\n            If I but knew the use of what I've learned\n            Some hope might override my strife.\n            Can death be so appalling?\n            Humanity is calling\n            Me to be their Savior at the risk of my life,\n\n                While I must sew the Death from which a new sun must rise."
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