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Garden of Evil
Contributed by
LaurenShields
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Sunday, 8th February 2004 @ 07:58:33 PM in AEST
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Wash away the afterthoughts of thorns amongst the roses red,
Know for him who knoweth naught,
Of the consequential bed,
See for him who seeth naught,
The lady clad with dead.
Bring forth her blackened garden,
From soil: dry and unfed,
Grow her there with evil,
Amongst the bluebells and the autumn.
High-born kinsmen of the Lord Himself,
See your flowering women,
Pleasuring themselves with the bloom of urgency,
Not so easily forgiven.
Dilute their sins with pleas of inequities,
And all the bounds of heaven.
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LaurenShields
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Re: Garden of Evil
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by Kie on
Sunday, 8th February 2004 @ 09:31:29 PM AEST
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| Such a lovely composition of words. It does have the feel of yesteryear poets and it is beautiful. Loved this one. Kie |
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