A mind deep in guilt cannot imagine mercy, so it dreams a love that would wipe out everything it has made. The threat of total destruction is the ego's own self-hatred spoken in a borrowed voice, sweeping creature and sky into the sentence because guilt, once loosed, spares nothing it looks upon.
What sounds like the wrath of heaven is only the mind condemning its whole world at once. Love destroys nothing, for nothing real was ever made wrong. When a mind sees that the death it dreads is its own judgment and not a decree from above, it can lay the judgment down and find the world was never marked for ruin.
Beast, creeping thing, and fowls of the air: the whole living world the guilty mind sweeps into its own sentence, every creature made to share the condemnation the mind has passed on itself.