The
fall
Follow
the serpent until you are lost
Take with you nothing
But the pain in your soul
Innocent blood on your hands
The
garden will grow till its leaves are devoured
Now the rain sun and earth have no power
We become the prey
A predator's image reflected
Causing
the fall
We breed
Causing the fall
We feed
Causing the fall
We bleed
The
field lies fallow
Unfertile and dead
You plant another seed
Watch it blow in the wind
Remember
the time when it grew
But it was kept for so few
We took more than we need
On ourselves we feed
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