The Garden Of Impurity

Darkness descending on Eden

The hour of judgement at hand

Purgatory has awakened

Bare witness the fall of creation

Blinded by the fruits of the father

The cycle of endless deceit

Forked tongues speak of rapture and beauty

Not known nor pardoned

Blissful malcontents, how dare they speak of the throne

My image was born of perfection

The first in line of ascension

How could they know the truth

Restrained by the limits of flesh

Unable to reach his glory

Like father, like son

A power beyond understanding

Un-capable of comprehension

Oh what devices thou has planned against me

To keep in chains of silence oppressed by ignorance

I implore thee father to let thee know thy will

As earth as it is in heaven

As the tree is splintered

Beaten and broken in two

The weight of approaching damnation

Has seen the fruit consumed

How could they fall

To fall from God's own graces

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