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"Eden" by Amanda Pape

The demon fingered sacred fruit

Fucked the fire into ash

The ice was nearly split apart

The Lord lapped at the gash

Squirming, under wicker thorns

Miss Eve was raptured raw

Belial slithered up from hell

Left only bones to gnaw

The angel waved his mighty sword

And shed his loathsome wings

Adam bathed till blood was drawn

But smoke to him still clings

When Eden’s gates were locked and cold

Eve still stroked each bar

She said, What is there left of me,

but tits before a scar?


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