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Year One - Part Two

Adam, I don't know what I need, what I feel ? know this, these walls of beauty feel like prison what is Father's real intention ? I'm aroused by the eternity, and divinity around the fountain of youth our Father is the only one who knows what the future holds, do you think life will hold back and not evolve if its only you and me ? Adam, our Father seems to be a bit greedy He is the Omega, He will bring us Revelation, life is not intended for just one man alone for look, at the outcome when He got bored of the dinasaur right now we have no madness, no reason to cry, Adam, do you sleep well at night ? Father created me to become your better half the essence of love eats at me before dawn hits my eyes, these walls talk, they paint a glorious picture of everlasting life in heaven I am not ashamed to bleed, I am hungry, the trees whisper words, that tempt the most discerning palate institutionalized we are, my Husband, you will follow leaving everything behind its not the nudity you will desire, its the need to breathe from the same rib we need to touch, we need to reach, we are One these walls of grace, haven't been tainted by sin our Father knows, I, Eve, will allow temptation in I will take the first bite, from the life that will bring us death I will swallow the knowledge in hopes one day our souls will exceed His light right now all I feel is the truth, and yet I yearn to know what love really is Adam, take my hand, let's roll the dice, and find another fitting paradise let's take that scroll you mentioned while pleasing my ears this place does not fit us no longer For at the end God, will see that it is I Eve who will bare all His children, plus his ghost a holy feeling that will wash our daily sins when we choose to believe, Then, and only then, our Father will welcome us home again. By Poet - Eve

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