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A Letter To Adam... FROM EVE!!!

Adam, 

You've walked this earth alone so protect me with that shield. 
You could have helped this from the jump without stressing the way YOU feel. 
I commend you, for your bravery calls for this earth to save;
So help me banish all this madness that came from the love we made. 

Where shall I start though? 
Shall I share with them the story that tore us so far apart... bro? 

Here goes. 

So it is believed I come from Venus (just a ways out from his Mars.) 
I must have galloped across the moon somehow, falling beneath this star. 
When I made it off my spaceship, his welcoming felt too warm 
You see, that hand I shook burns smiles into unprecedented scars,
And I was fooled right from the start. 

I waited for the hand of that puppet master, standing from afar 
And proceeded to lead it into my brain
Where his out of this world thoughts AREN'T clinically insane
'Cause I know life comes with pain... but skies fill with planes.
May they lift you to a brighter day than fifty shades of grey, okay?

The "most high" created this place specifically for the brave. 
I can replay how I would lay and tears were soaking up my bed. 
My heard did time while stars aligned and hopes and dreams were dead...
Just in my head though. 
Until Lauren in my headphones killed me softly with her speech 
And those mind blowing emotions regardless of facts she speaks. 
So without a beat, I practiced immaculate words of art 
And only those can now retain my secretions right from the heart.

My puppet master, the one swept away from these vocables he consumes; 
He has to watch them butterfly, for they no longer fit his cocoon. 
But a smile will always bloom because his soul I taught to feed
And returns are daily, now that this satisfaction he pleads. 
But action has taken speed. 
I'm ferocious with these notes and reactions are guaranteed.
But I won't quote them if they're hopeless but please note this: 

A loving world has always been my dream 
And since your faith can't follow through, I brought passion
It's on my team; I shall redeem
That fashion we've exploited to avenge 
And I will fight it til the end, and I'm calling it "Eve's Revenge." 
So lets get back into the process of rebuilding amends,
"Cause our decedents are dependent of the future's extend. 
And I suggest (because its best) that you remain a true friend
'Cause in MY world, these irredeemable actions won't trend, 

And thats the END. 
I have shared with them why I THOUGHT it was me
The one who showed you how to live... 

And love always, 

Your dearest Eve. 

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