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Perdition from the Garden of Eden
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2019-08-08
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Being exiled from the Garden of Eden
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for the crime of heresy to the heathens
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who dance in the twilight, praise to old gods on their lips
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and pass around a jug of man's tears, from which they take delicate
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sips
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Although I know in a man's arms I shall never stay
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I refuse to deny the way
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this heavy crown of bone hangs on my head
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a weighty reminder to things better left unsaid
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to those who would strip my individual rights
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in the pursuit of abolishing the male blight:
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Why should I believe that, with you, I'll be saved,
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when you'll gladly push the human race into the grave?
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My art is indicative of no other feelings than mine.
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How dare you attempt to claim a piece of my Divine!
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To follow a legacy of bitterness and hatred-
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No more! I will profane all you hold sacred.
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So tell me,
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why should I worship Aphrodite?
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Me, the loveless, forlorn,
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setting out alone on these foreign shores?
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Keep your rituals and your tribes.
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I refuse to waste my life
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subservient to a deity
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who would condemn me,
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forgetful, to
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die.
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***
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CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander
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