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ive finally gotten productive, and sat down to finish something:
In Passing a Garden of Sin
by nic huckins
Weary traveling down the road,
Spy the gilded gate beside.
Enter the garden beauty behold,
Middle marks a marble angel.
Captives of hidden prosperity,
And what goes untold.
For here a holy battle ended,
And where the dead preside.
In passing a garden of sin,
A rosy statue, under the ivy.
Marble hands holding hearts in,
And break like falling glass.
For she guards the stones,
Of the suffered and wronged.
Behind these weeping roses,
She harbors avenging souls.
In passing a garden of sin,
A rosy statue, under the sky.
Burning blades defend the realm,
And break like falling glass.