The Great Architect, He looks down from the stars.
From afar, we ride back to Earth, in a Cherub like car.
His intellect is infallible, he writes with a knife's edge.
Eve didn't eat the apple, she laid in bed with Satan, instead.
On fire, He debates, God ignores all excuses.
Lilith fell in love with Him, she turned into Cupid.
The Hunter in me, sways from side to side.
Those that abide,…
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