Ω Sacrificial Dove Ω

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I derived the name "Sacrificial Dove" from a poem I made called The Weight of Love. It has two parts: mother and daughter.

Mother
O’ Atlas, how could he
Endure the world’s weight?
Like him, I tried to be steady,
But… heavy was the hate.

If only I could’ve told the truth
Of why I pushed you away,
Then maybe I could’ve soothed
Your mind without inveigh.

Even as my flesh melts from my skull,
I find myself without rue.
If you’re safe from evil’s cull,
I’ll gladly die for you.

Daughter
Angels come from beneath
And demons from above.
Your lies are what protected me,
O’ sacrificial dove.

Your ashes fall upon them,
As we bathe in our own sweat.
Blood is spilled in mayhem,
And I leave you to death.

Now merged – Heaven and Hell.
The world painted with scars;
Thus I send my last farewell,
As a whisper among the stars.

This poem is based off of a novel I'm writing.