Eden
My soul is a nest of pain
her soul lies undead in the Arabian dunes
Long tomorrow is passed,
weaved like the palm
I envy paradise
where serpents dines with Eve
Heaven is an illusion,
vicious like visions of Cain
If Eden was a mile away
sinners will swam in like me
Shwar Ji
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