WORDED.ART

Veils of destruction
Stain the sky —
Eden burns,
Obscuring our sin
From your almighty eyes.
Hell on Earth
The cost to keep
Our garden —
It may never bloom again.
Tell me, Wrathful one,
What’s freedom’s worth
If the game’s rigged?
Without free choice —
What good
Are your gifts?

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