Holy Earth.

A Dog, caught in a tempest
To her it was a conquest
Seemed to her no more,
Normal; Rather a paramour.

Her eyes were black (Black Eye)
Unleashing trepidation on earth back,
From Eden to Hell
Leaving morbid creatures here to dwell.

It barks upon the elephants
Who see it like infants.
The one that strives, needs no attorney
And eternity defines its destiny.

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