Looking past this spectacle
Light show, does entrance
Impressive felt, on a day
What is brought down on
For a veil. That soft, meek, for
Tranquil acceptance.
Not just of our pain and ire
Out-faced, thereupon
But all that howls, or had done
As roars in anger
For weak, strong creatures, both.
The Lord's in common.
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