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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