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EDEN ON FIRE
This garden crawls a serpant.
There's no shame that we're nude.
Turned something sacred worthless,
because we could not eat the fruit.
What petty little games we play.
What weak,pathetic minds.
We cut the tree of knowledge down,
and burn the book of life...
There's no shame that we're nude.
Turned something sacred worthless,
because we could not eat the fruit.
What petty little games we play.
What weak,pathetic minds.
We cut the tree of knowledge down,
and burn the book of life...
Published 16th Dec 2012
| Edited 17th Dec 2012
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