You practice gospel with thy kisses. Your lips a chalice holy and your language a sacred language of tongues. But are your scriptures the same as mine?
Eden may be tasted with faith and shared prayers in a passion play. Heaven is together, always at one. But behind every eternal promise is a fruit ripened with knowledge and reason. Taste and you doubt. Doubt and you Fall. Fall and you never rise up again.
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