When the sinner becomes the judge, it happens.
When the creature starts to create, it happens.
When the doomed undo his doom by plaguing others
And when the wounded his brother only wounds
It happens!
Another Adam falls.
Another Eve dies.
Another paradise is lost.
Why do not we just be what we were meant?
Why not regret the time and effort spent
while being our own gods?
Nov 17, 2015
Nov 17, 2015 at 7:14 AM UTC
When the sinner becomes the judge, it happens.
When the creature starts to create, it happens.
When the doomed undo his doom by plaguing others
And when the wounded his brother only wounds
It happens!
Another Adam falls.
Another Eve dies.
Another paradise is lost.
Why do not we just be what we were meant?
Why not regret the time and effort spent
while being our own gods?
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