Perfections in the first garden
Prelude of peace - not perilous.
But on a beautiful cypress in Eden
Perched an attractive Albatross.
The pandemic imperfection nears.
Lo! The pretty perfection marred,
The erring pair of pioneers
From Eden, that day barred.
This reason be for many a squalid.
My iniquities glow like ember.
Before You, this is not splendid.
But Your magnanimity I remember.
Please, pardon all immoral done
This voice of your poor little son.
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