Every Serpent has its Eden and every Eden has its Serpent. Saints and sinners, dance! Crown the damned.
Nerves are twitching, for a glimpse of paradise, euphoria of lightness, eat the fruits of sacrifice.
Reality twisted in favor of salvation, addicted to the shimmering desperation, angels and demons are from the same womb,
tribulation of your weakening effigy, sharp are the nails that bind thee! Lifeless statues guard silently.
A mundane inherited legacy. Every Serpent has its Eden and every Eden has its Serpent. Saints and sinners, dance!
Enthroned are the damned. Smell the flowers from the graveyard of Eden!

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