Mundus Novus

Devoid of old qualms and ruing sigh Wing your arc for purer stratum high, Past's mortal morsels I urge forsake For dainty victuals sage angels take. As mighty Retribution's brooms sweep Away avarices that now huddled weep, Your best plume beyond trite ethers ply Into loftier climes where finer eagles fly. Viral cloud your heaven-sent comrade is If you’ll hit hardest with no goofing miss, And task your swiftest flappers out of Old Woods into pristine joys of the New World. Eternal Kindness her illuminator holds To undim cumuli's ill-bivouacked folds, And Divine Treasury total expense pays Till the last of your wise-wayfaring days. Soar whilst sagest angels' soirée lasts, As fierce Retribution's viral cloud casts Nebulous guiles to outsmart hardy foes, And Kindness her aiding flickers throws.