Empath & Augur poem revision

The string of events that brought me here is long and nonsensical. But here we are.

Anyways. Before:

Long has it presided over our age of discordance
	And will not wither til its seed returns aflame
	To take root in earth unstained by blood
From its renewal blooms the flood
	That sweeps away the walls in which our discontent is sequestered
	To kindle in all the mercy that spared it


The unwithering crown, it long awaits
	Its seed returns from wounded flame
	Hurt withheld, its roots unstained.
From renewal will bloom and free by flood
	Our discontent, remade, unwalled
	What spared it: mercy, kindled in all

Better, I think, because of the meter. And definitely good enough to go back to not thinking about this at all.

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