Our first mistake,
The poison of Eden
Affection of a serpent’s kiss
I feel your presence when I’m alone
Slithering through the heart
Pounding with the beat
Placed in my veins before I was me
I got you from my mother
Just a tainted gift
A song meant to induce rythmic fear;
On the most pristine pieces
A needle still stops
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I’ve often dreamt of a fiery end for us all.
Crust opening to swallow in some
Others with volcanoes, meteors
It brings comfort more than shame
Partly, for few will see the end of times
The final perspective is of our admageddon
But mostly because when you arrive,
I hope to look you in the eye
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