I rather like it watching this small world from my window. Watching as the seasons pass; birth, growth, death, decay. Watching the robins, a still life of past time. The
Embroiled in sin, we spy a lovely pair: A velvet serpent stretched across the ground; A flower of a woman, golden-haired; Two criminals in Eden stay unfound. Her halfwit husband’s
You speak of conquest when the world begs for mercy. Man votes for peace as trees drop like flies. Silly natives, naive Thinking they won’t rape the rest of you.
Welcome to el Paraíso. Yesterday they replaced His face with a wanted poster but didn’t offer any reward. I’m not sure if there was still a script to seguir, but,