Can you see me,little yankee boy?
Can you,did you,ever stop to see my joy?
Can you fill me now that emptiness took me under its command?
Can you lean at my desireless soul?
No,it's not another round of your Super Bowl
Nor like walking through Central Park
Just to unravel any lurking spot painted dark
It's me,the exposed flame to your blatant oxygen
It's you,the brand new world 
that made it all so diligent
With precision,breathtaking accuracy
I exceeded myself,all has been sold
It feels like adultery,how can I forgive you?
Now,no way of shaping me,I'm like a mold
Gold is the next step to my evolution
Mistakenly taken for granted
The more the distance,the less I get astounded
It's the same,never changes form
You'll never change a bit
Just tear your fake sheet
That covers your monstrosity
Away from your atrocity
The air is cleaner,flowers don't wither
No saint,no sinner
No Adam,no Eve
No fruit is forbidden
Don't grieve
I,inside me lies Eden