The Original Ones

In the beginning of it all
It was you and your fall.
Belonging to the origin
Which a lot called moral sin.

You and I are the original ones
The one that hunts
The one that searches
Some deep within, others in churches
But still you and I, the original ones.

New winds bring new challenges
Also leaves countless damages.
Indeed, destruction is even original
But it can also be fictional.

A rising of anything else
Even of fresh tells.
No more copies or translations of you and I
For we are the original ones, now and at the beginning of time.

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