Strawling through Eden... the first morning of creation. The Sun casts it's celestial eye across our gleaming skin. Here we are, two of us - male and female. Once part of the cosmic egg, as laid by the golden bird. And then split asunder into two complementary units. We are the primal couple, the parents of humanity. Innocent hearts, untouched by angels. The mother and the father, who stands naked in the womb of paradise. The him-her and the her-him, the anima and the animus. Lovers forged upon the perpetual wheels of time. Here, in the garden, we live out our pure and unsullied existence. God(...) in a cocoon in living ecstasy and joy. Living, breathing (...). Formed in the likeness of the master of the universe. Our souls reflecting his glory, through optical windows and wonder and amazement. Both endless and timeless, we are forever immersed in a glow of idyllic perfection. Our loneliness vanquished by a deep and sustained love.
And there, behind the tree, where the crude serpent lies waiting, the master of temptation (...) with mischief, spits out his deceitful (...). Toungflicking, like an incarnation of (...) on the dawn of the world. As Eve - fair Eve - like Mowgli before her, is seduced by a hypnotic lullaby of d***ation. One small b*** for man, one huge consequence for mankind. The forbidden fruit, that now enslaves us for all eternity. The burden of sin, that now shames us for all time. The skies open and fallen angels come down to ravage the daughters of Eve. Their innocent sundered to the uncontrolable l*** of the elohim. Trampled amid the broken stems and scattared (...) of this ruined (...). Our garden - our lovely garden - becomes a guilt-written shrine for the gloating prevayors of religious hypocrisy. Mankind is saddened and shamed in humiliation. Granded like cattle, with the perpetual stench of heresy. Chained to the rack, with the saddistc merrimen of the inquisitor and the witchfinder general. Whispering and forced confessions, into unsympathetic priestly ears. Innocent hearts, now stained with blood. Stained with blood.
And there, behind the tree, where the crude serpent lies waiting, the master of temptation (...) with mischief, spits out his deceitful (...). Toungflicking, like an incarnation of (...) on the dawn of the world. As Eve - fair Eve - like Mowgli before her, is seduced by a hypnotic lullaby of d***ation. One small b*** for man, one huge consequence for mankind. The forbidden fruit, that now enslaves us for all eternity. The burden of sin, that now shames us for all time. The skies open and fallen angels come down to ravage the daughters of Eve. Their innocent sundered to the uncontrolable l*** of the elohim. Trampled amid the broken stems and scattared (...) of this ruined (...). Our garden - our lovely garden - becomes a guilt-written shrine for the gloating prevayors of religious hypocrisy. Mankind is saddened and shamed in humiliation. Granded like cattle, with the perpetual stench of heresy. Chained to the rack, with the saddistc merrimen of the inquisitor and the witchfinder general. Whispering and forced confessions, into unsympathetic priestly ears. Innocent hearts, now stained with blood. Stained with blood.