IMPERFECT PARADISE
"The day is young", so am always told,But as the years go by, Earth has not become old,
Our World can be beautiful,
But life can also be miserable,
Adam, first born of creation,
By Eve, ate the evil fruit of temptation,
Leading to miseries and imperfection,
With a wail,i say "Man 'o' man, I call the Earth an
imperfect paradise",
And the consequence,Sin,is in us like a parasite.
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