Garden Of Eden Poem by Jimmy Brouwers

Meraki forms this forest of sorrow,
Pain and hatred conclude to follow.
In tacenda's furnace; My memories
pave the skies in ebon lies.

One now wanders on Shangri-La,
(A place where life refused two end
Three shades the sun now blackened,
Four corruption clearly beckoned,
Five-fold the ring my soul reckoned.
I was born by Devil-six.)

But on this soil, that's blood-lit,
Corrupted by this idiot kid,
An olive meadow on this darkened day,
blight-site love of mere decay.
Pain flows in my internal vines,
Cut and bark easily thined...

Under the tapestry of lonely leaves,
A populous of pain that reaves,
The breath of God; a shrieking wind
Piercing ears of those who sinned.

There by the V of rivers twine,
A lipped-Venus trap designed.
Depression sheltered in my head.
For the Devil I have wed...

And by the very cross of Christ,
baited that aptly libido heist.
The flower of cutlass, Beptized thee
Deflower the vessel, Now be free.