A heaven on earth,
A garden to be in,
A home in the hearth,
For things with legs or fins.
Then there were the animals,
Then there were the humans,
It was like a carnival,
Just without the stands.
But there came along the fruit,
The fruit expressively forbidden.
And the snake that tempted with loot,
That got us all banished from Eden.
So the angle now guards paradise, that paradise in hell,
And one day, we can all return, to the Eden Eternal.
A poem written by Blood Butterflies and posted with permisson.