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Herr Innocent Hearts Untouched By Angels


Strawling through Eden... the first morning of
creation. The Sun casts it's celestial eye across our
gleaming skin. Here we are, two of us - male and
female. Once part of the cosmic egg, as laid by the
golden bird. And then split asunder into two
complementary units. We are the primal couple, the
parents of humanity. Innocent hearts, untouched by
angels. The mother and the father, who stands naked in
the womb of paradise. The him-her and the her-him, the
anima and the animus. Lovers forged upon the perpetual
wheels of time. Here, in the garden, we live out our
pure and unsullied existence. God(...) in a cocoon in
living ecstasy and joy. Living, breathing (...). Formed
in the likeness of the master of the universe. Our
souls reflecting his glory, through optical windows and
wonder and amazement. Both endless and timeless, we are
forever immersed in a glow of idyllic perfection. Our
loneliness vanquished by a deep and sustained love.

And there, behind the tree, where the crude serpent
lies waiting, the master of temptation (...) with
mischief, spits out his deceitful (...). Toungflicking,
like an incarnation of (...) on the dawn of the world.
As Eve - fair Eve - like Mowgli before her, is seduced
by a hypnotic lullaby of damnation. One small bite for
man, one huge consequence for mankind. The forbidden
fruit, that now enslaves us for all eternity. The
burden of sin, that now shames us for all time. The
skies open and fallen angels come down to ravage the
daughters of Eve. Their innocent sundered to the
uncontrolable lust of the elohim. Trampled amid the
broken stems and scattared (...) of this ruined (...).
Our garden - our lovely garden - becomes a guilt-
written shrine for the gloating prevayors of religious
hypocrisy. Mankind is saddened and shamed in
humiliation. Granded like cattle, with the perpetual
stench of heresy. Chained to the rack, with the
saddistc merrimen of the inquisitor and the witchfinder
general. Whispering and forced confessions, into
unsympathetic priestly ears. Innocent hearts, now
stained with blood. Stained with blood.



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