Fruit Of Sin Poem by mark anthony st. rose

To dream to be spotless free,
free from the images of sin.
where pointers and condemners be,
buried along judgements din.

where a pure life i enjoy,
free from verdicts most of all.
A life nude as Eden's coy,
before Adam's unfateful fall.

o how I dream to be spotless free,
to dance with the gaiety of wind.
There I know I would eternal be,
to eat the fruit of sex instead of sin.





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