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The Garden
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Poetry The only distance is time
wearing our loss and heartache, we shiver with hope in the ugly shapes of dawn
watching children carry black bones under the moon's death of night
crawling like stone, barely alive in blue eyes
cement feet and smoke, hungry ghosts in their spiderweb cemeteries
disappearing in the cold glow but i promise you i'll never let go
now your lost between the sheets
and you question the knowledge of man
saying the only truth is death
the rest we hold inside our hands
adam & eve the serpent's tongue
the panic in the garden the madness sung
the blood of angels your fruit of greed
everyone's afraid to live
but everyone's afraid to die
history books and cameras growing old and going blind
escaping the world chained to a stage
with our blood and our books
our lies and our truth
our kicking birth and resurrection eyes
the only distance will be time
