Eve Again

How to terrible

To find

We all have a murderer

Within us

Some perpetrator

Of Kurtz’s Horror

Hidden in the dark

Of our minds

I fought him

Tried to kill him

He only got stronger

In the end

I learned

To embrace him

Like the forgotten brother

He was,

The Cain to my Abel,

With the forgiveness

Of a mother.

Eve again, in

The garden of Eden.

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