Watchers undress budding petals—drop
rot and ruins, recycling her blight
into tempting trees—Edenic crops
under dust’s cursed canvas, Lilith writes
Eve, womb’s crimson, “Go Paint Destiny”.
She glazes light to lingering lines,
shadows add depths to man’s legacy,
her choice blends shades of day over soft night.
Watchers savour textured beauty, plant seeds,
blood flows, bleak flowers bloom, and black fruits fall.
On both sides of the struggle, sweet flesh feeds
lost souls who'll never hear judgment’s call.
No heaven nor hell for their deeds
You roam, for Sin freely shattered garden walls.