The Never Garden
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Stella,
We cannot distinguish between Good or Evil and even if we do, we cannot help but pay the price if we choose wrong .
But didn't God create the Evil ? He technically didn't.
Evil is simply the absence of good. It's not always black or white sometimes it's gray. Just like people.
Adonis,
It has been a long time since i was being being held captive in this prison as i like to call it. Drowning in darkness and misery as long as i can remember . It's been decades since the last time i saw light , but just like a lone star in a dark sky , she showed me light through the darkness, risking her own life and safety to protect mine, her sad eyes burn a hole in my chest , but not for long .
You will bloom my sad flower,
You already have the earth,
I will bring you the sun and the star.
Zev,
She moves like the summer
Laughs like the music,
Sparkles like champagne
She's a sky full of stars
Pretending to be a strip of light.
If choosing her is wrong then consider me the villain,
If burning the world for that one woman is a crime then consider me a criminal,
If loving her causes my downfall then gladly consider me already on my knees.
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