Cold, so very cold. The searing wind blows right through these stinking skins.
I remember the comfortable warmth of the Garden.
Hunger, bellies swollen and starved, the last of the rancid meat gone three days ago.
I remember the sweetness of fruit, especially the Tree (that damnable tree!)
Is there no shelter for two who've been driven out of perfection and into the storm;
Is there no end to the pain and the torment? is there no mercy, no chance to reform?
Is there no rest for the victims of evil? Was what we did so terribly wrong?
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Now I am naked, hiding from shadows, such a terrible price to pay to be wise;
I remember life so innocent in the Garden.
Ahh, but she's lovely, even huddled against the storm - I never knew that before.
She moves me to dare anything - everything - even slap the face of God.
We played like children, carefree and careless, no mystery in her casual touch.
But now, cast out from Utopian havens, I need her near me so awfully much;
After the Fall, we lost a Paradise;
After the Fall, she's worth the sacrifice;
After the Fall, I know what love's about;
After the Fall, I cannot do without;
After the Fall, I would not trade the pain;
After the Fall, I'd do it all again;
After the Fall, we'll make it on our own...