THE FORBIDDEN FRUIT

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THE FORBIDDEN FRUIT

I saw how the tectonic plates were moving
On my pilgrimage to the forbidden fruit,
Making my way through golden gates and feeling
Eager to harvest the fruits of bitterroot.

At east of Eden I perceived the garden,
Ecclesiastic mirage locked in space
With sidereal lights coming from heaven
In sanctified chalice shedding the holy grace.

A powder of cold stars from sky converges
Flooding tempestuously both land and sea,
A beautiful human goddess emerges
With the forbidden fruit of good and evil tree.

Maybe an elegy we'll make us weaken
The retribution for an eternal sis,
Maybe we have to run to west of Eden...
The price we pay is worth it, has always been.

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