Tree of destiny

Tree of destiny,  
Alive providence of Trinity,  
In the garden of New Eve, Virgin Mary,  
Talents of fruits on green and silver branches and leaves,  
The better what I may imagine,  
And one more better and prettier on the Dove's wings' Wind,  
The tenderness recognizing,  
The identity becomes personality,  
So it signifies - nobility's title: 
Monte Cristo,  
Aquamarine branch for universal mission,  
"Reaper" branch for revenge in mystery,  
To unroot and plant like vinegrowers Naboth, Jeremiah, and John the Baptist,  
Nevertheless, the mercy on the rest of sheep,  
Who hear in the seven churches of the Apocalypse,  
Seven notes on strings,  
7-branches chandelier of the Little Prince,  
To be the star of Christmas,  
Lighthouse for destinies, net apostolic,  
For shepherds and king-Magi,  
Seven cherubim and seraphim,  
Who receive and do before the winter,  
Natural rainbow shining,  
Anticipate Milady toxic,  
She asks to poison the Bride of Lamb Jesus,  
Fatal Apostasy, false queen,  
Like Salome, Delilah, Lilith,  
Who ruin,  
With nuclear weapons of androids,  
Madam Conspiracy,  
Herodias,  
Delilah is a conspiracy of vanity,  
Salome is totalitarian mechanical principle,  
Ex-machina,  
Lilith is the illusion of Pharisees,  
Also six, six, six,  
Seduce leaders, peoples, states, and societies,  
And so many persons take this image,  
Fate of suiciders, missiles, stings,  
In the hands of dwarfs and giants,  
Dark hole, hell's whirlpool,  
Stars fall like premature figs,  
And the herd of pigs in precipitation,  
Like Ananias and Sapphira,  
Without contemplation, what is symbolically rumination,  
But like the swine behind blind barriers like German Nazism,
Or the not cloven-footed camel, not artiodactyl,  
With contemplation, but he does not pursue what he sees,  
Just a compiler, who juggles like IA and fakir,  
Without the source in a living heart of sheep who hear,  
And returns below to Herod and the Pharisees' city,  
When the tares seem more adoptive,  
With 30 pieces of silver,  
From Pharisaic leaven,  
But it is a mirage,  
Without water to be and give,  
Except our and my Kingdom from the grain of mustard seed,  
By the "God of Elijah" the Tishbite,
With democracy of informal councils,  
Without hierarchy in principle, Is the Trinity, in the virginal by heart family,  
Without suffering over two cheeks,  
Forming personality in love and friendship,  
Yoke is easy,  
Only the Gospel is the goodness to be fulfilled,  
By the cross tree with grapes and olives,  
The medicine for Adam and Eve, yet teens,  
Gold with ruby,  
The crown of life in eternity,  
Worship before the humblest Redeemer,  
On Wind of Creativity,  
Who gives to be co-redeemers by co-redemptrix Miriam,  
Celestial riches for "the poor in spirit,"  
Voice from desert, wilderness,  
Regardless of rank, is this dignity,  
Else mountains weep,  
Cities and villages,  
Twins of false paradise - "Sodom and Egypt" from the Apocalypse,  
Also Paris, Baghdad, Kiev, Isfahan, skyscrapers of Tel Aviv,  
Just at the top of the list,  
Like the fallen tower of Siloam,  
Capernaum, Bethsaida,  
When the albatross is on the scene of history and reality,  
His pale armor suscitates the tsunami,  
The beast that rises from the bottomless pit,  
For the root of the other tree of evil,  
And people create the atmosphere and earth for Scylla and Charybdis,  
Propagandas without the Gospel of littles,  
Without stepping on water like Jesus, nevertheless Peter,  
Through the eye of a needle,  
Dance on sea that produces earth and vine by inspiration from the ribs,
Like from asleep angel's ribs, Dove takes the virgins of virtues.