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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