God’s dark eyes were somber.
Trails of humanity torn,
history failed to warn,
the young cry,
the old die,
the sick weak,
the times meek,
nothing given, nothing to share,
as the end of days grow near.
The walk was silent
God’s dark eyes were somber,
but through these days he has forgiven,
because humans were weak,
and forgiveness was all they seek,
God’s voice steady and serious,
he inclined his head,
and a great holiness remains to be seen,
by all the living and all the dead.
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