How quickly on Adam’s lap
fell retribution like a slap
How far unsuccessful and in vain
was the fatal jealousy of Cain
But the real colour of the seas and skies
hide the prolonged millennia of cruel tides
Selflessness’ virtuoso un-instrumented in pain
Has gone, too long, deliberately slain
Can we doubt the miracles of fate
take a while, indeed too late?
But God sees eternity all at once
His timing never wrong, despite our askance
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