Moments converge on the root matter
Evil being purged in the days latter
Tribulations raptured with the COVID capture
Nations knell to the ultimate benefactor
Make heir to a thorn and thistle a sweet tune
Leaders uprooted plucked before the harvest moon
Light bares a darkened resemblance of eclipsed noon
Northern lights shine a scroll to heaven soon
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