The Garden Of Evil
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Sandra Feldman
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Where were the seeds of evil
Sown,
In the Garden of Evil?
Or did they spontaneously
Combust, in us
From poisonous dust,
And scorn,
Hearts made out of stone!
How can you hurt
Other living things
The innocent,
Torture, make them suffer?
Even if great wealth
Is involved as benefit,
Crimes committed
Hell's indeed,
Your home,
Only blood and fire
Will you own.
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