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There are no Sons of Eden

There are no sons of Eden only descendants of The Fruit. They do their best with what they can as Able still lies blue. Long cast out of Paradise they till the worldly soil and blame the Lord for all their pains and all their sinful toil. Some give thanks for what they've sewn, conceited, humble-proud, thinking they're the chosen ones as Hell still overcrowds. The Lord made do with what Cain left. (beggars can't be choosers). With sword held high they judge by The Fruit that made each one a loser.

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