Imagine the blissful Garden
Where Eden was not as it seems
If it had been two young children
Two young girls
Hand in hand
Looking to the sky
With their child-like eyes
And wonder in those eyes
Now imagine the fiery Well
Where Hell was not as it sells
If instead it had been one young child
One young boy
Hand in hand
Looking to the Earth
With his child-like eyes
Seeing through their lies
As he lays there
With sorrow in those eyes
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