I watch May's month, by Hadad's Thunderous Madness, washed away
All Heart's Healing, Akkad's Annealing, in but Hashem's Delay
Wakefulness, Iyer, chops down the tree of its own Egregore
Would Wood could Sleep, not Ire Wake it Deep, for More.
Envoi-
Prince! Corruption the Chrism: Calamity the Crown
Of that tree, Krishna says all must cut down
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