"I heard about a mysterious holy Garden. Some said it may be found at the end of this wasteland. I heard about the place where the angels await us. So I crossed the desert as penance, and then, I crossed it again. But I never found such a paradise; only the wilderness.
I heard about the most heavenly harem and I'm so impatient, I'm so full of lust. I heard about immaculate goddesses hungry for me and I can't wait to get there, I can wait no more. But after so many years of walking on flames, beneath a tremendous sun, I found nothing there.
Everyone told me about divine pleasures that were made of flesh and bone. Everyone told me about exuberant views with lots of pink fruits that are forbidden no more.
Barefoot on embers, I'm dancing ablaze. I crawl like an asp by sunstroke and thirst. I was bitten by deception, cheated by a mirage. The poison beats in my temples. The poison whips in the rush. I'm the last man on earth. I got lost on the search. I'm not worthy of bless… The Garden is dead"
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