Treasure Island

Zolani Nkomo

(15/06/1995 / Johannesburg, South Africa)

EVE


The Night Before, The Night Before Christmas........
The Night Before, Christmas Eve........ The Eve Of, The Eve!

This Was Prophesied

Adam Who Said You Can Live Fa Eve Huh? Forever

You Had Eternity In Eden
Cast Out Because Of The Fall Of Men

Sin Is Most Probably 9/10, Natural Inclination

Preparation, The Neck That Turns The Head
Presumed To Be The Role Of Women

So Important, Yet Not Fit For First
Her Sin Was Thirst

Lust = Want

Eve Was Always Put Before
Adam Felt The Wrath Of a Woman Scorned

He Just Wanted A Love More Tangible
For That He Had To Skin An Endangered Animal

This Was His Sin

Submitted: Sunday, April 21, 2013
Edited: Friday, September 27, 2013

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