Dead apple tree not having the fruit In a poisoning desert where the green is gone. Rotten snake of sin covered with insect With no reason to live when the shyness is gone.
Adam´s love changed into disgust Questoningly looking at eve Eyes full of alienation. They don´t touch their naked bodies Destroyed by disease handwritting of infection.
So this is our eden the one we desired for But not many could imagine this.
We live where mother dies by the hand of son Where the lie is the privilege of mighties. So this is our eden which was built By the cost of other´s suffering.
We´re making the whip for our backs We´re becoming the slaves of our eden Which is our hell.
