7. Wrath: The Sin of Iluvatar
Mountains were crushed by a mighty hand; for their greed.
Green lands drowned in the rushing of the sea; for their envy.
Tall cities of stone thrown down; for their lust for the ever-life.
Fair Numenore, Land of Gift, was swallowed in fire and storm; for their pride.
Melodies rent asunder.
When his wrath was passed and his blue coat stained red with the blood of his children, the Father stopped, and knelt upon the reaching darkness, and wept for the world that was broken.
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