Eden weeps and waits
for forever to crash
through time itself,
crush every wayward
soul that wondered off
through the gates
and into the graveyard,
the gutter of
evaporating holy water.
Poetry & Verse by Nicholas Alzate
Eden weeps and waits
for forever to crash
through time itself,
crush every wayward
soul that wondered off
through the gates
and into the graveyard,
the gutter of
evaporating holy water.