| | Original Sin 
Yea though I walk
I can NOT fly
And often crawl
Or watch the wet-cement dry.
"Where is your home,
Little girl,
So fresh and green like Spring?"
Not in your arms! Not in this place!
I shall not want, but I have needs!
The greatest lie is that this is a valley -
This is a desert!
A Wasteland, barren like me.
There is no rest for the weary.
As the sun dissapears
Behind buildings like a stolen kiss,
I will relearn all of my old fears.
I shall not want
You
Shall not want
Me
After we have laid and lied,
I awake at the stroke of midnight
Open up all of the windows
And sew some wings to take my flight.
The rain falls in its gentle way -
Wet-cement as far as the eye can see.
Whispering, "Goodbye Wasteland!"
I leave this valley behind me.
Eve just ate the apple,
I left with eyes shut tight.
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