The delivery, unto be godly smote,
Or hang within the dead of rope.
As choir, meads the Lords effect.
So quietly kept.
Bring the light, and brighten flesh,
As misery, to slay the rest.
And mortal, bounds anew in flame.
As for utterance and shame.
Of natured tame.
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This speaks of the chaos of nature to me. Nicely done
That is mostly a correct interpretation. 🙂
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