If we are sinners banished

We can never be happy.

A thousand sinful minds

Try to build New Eden,

Pursuing the notion of happiness

Like grapes out of reach

While standing in a sea of tears

That cannot slake thirst

With our dreams of memories tantalizing us

Drunk at the bacchanal of self-importance.

If we are not sinners banished

Eden was a lie

To make the children sleep,

Sleep their way home

Following the crumbs of atoms.





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