• The only thing I was made for
    Was to make other people gleam.
    I am not human
    Nor an angel
    Nor the secretary of God
    I am
    Sent from that garden called
    Eden.
    When your Eden perished
    I came
    Descended from the gods
    To make ones Eden grow
    The fine vines grow and grow
    To give you a miracle
    Growing into your veins
    Don't cut the fine vines
    No
    Don't cut them
    Instead,
    Cut your veins