Child Of The First Garden
I was told
he was a child
Of the first garden
As we laid down to weep.
All convention's now gone.
Unable to take a stand,
Here we wait,
In waterway's murky solution.
The simple clarity of infancy
Has fallen and feels
So infinitely far away.
Yet the banners they fly
And the battle cries are called.
'To arms!' toward a gregarious slaughter.
How soon is innocence forever lost.
he was a child
Of the first garden
As we laid down to weep.
All convention's now gone.
Unable to take a stand,
Here we wait,
In waterway's murky solution.
The simple clarity of infancy
Has fallen and feels
So infinitely far away.
Yet the banners they fly
And the battle cries are called.
'To arms!' toward a gregarious slaughter.
How soon is innocence forever lost.
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