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Sweetness poured in excess sours the mind,

But when the tongue is tasteless,

The judgement is blind,

The tender caress, a lustfull kiss,

Pollutes the mind when love is missed.

This is now bone of my bones, and flesh of my flesh,

Formed from dust of lifes breath to ashes of lifes death,

The temptation of sweetness to roam as the gods,

To walk in sorrow on forsaken grounds,

To bear children in sorrow for eternity,

To tread the paths where thorns and thistles grow,

For dust you are and to dust you will return.

Our garden of Eden, the serpents kiss,

Pluck the apple, a moment of bliss,

Desperation, the conscience confined,

The pain and pleasure forever entwined,

In the quest for good and evil, you feel,

Temptation flirting about with you,

To taste the fruitfulness of knowledge,

From the serpents kiss...

Engraved in the flower you'll find,

The poisoned petals will bleed,

Seep-the venom over your lips,

Believe in the orchids fruitfulness, be deceived,

Soul acquitance, a shattered memory,

Displeased by the firmness of truth,

Consume it for its lust for life,

Melancholy of a story untold...