This Willow

From atop a willow
Can we observe
The earth' transgression
Toward a fatal curve

Straight and true
Was the endearing path
Of our existence
And God's Wrath

Through what we believed
Were noble deeds
Comes a definitive judgment
Upon which evil feeds

This domain shall perish
Sum of a thousand strifes
An event no man foresaw
Sans saints and poets alike

And from atop a willow
We cast an eye toward heaven
And spy three doves...
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