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.
copyright by Mark Anthony St. Rose. All rights reserved.
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