Spotless Innocenne

I cannot talk or walk, and I do not know much. My name is Eden, I am the infamous Garden created by God and destroyed by mankind. Many strive to simply enjoy my presence. However, there has only even been 2 people who lived and made me blossom, but I myself have never been happy. I am not much of a Garden anymore, but I will talk you back to the times where I grew, and I will show you the deterioration I never asked for. //
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If it wasn’t for this man, Jesus, my world would have never been restored. He is the way the truth and the life.

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Of God the garden was, by him in the east / Of Eden planted. Eden stretched her line / From Auran eastward to the royal towers / Of great Seleucia, built by Grecian kings, / Or where the sons of Eden long before / Dwelt in Telassar.

(ll. 209-214)

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This garden of a universe is a mystery, but that’s the way I think God intended it to be. I bid thee all adue as I must tend to the garden that is me.

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All of God’s creatures, though some extinct, are what makes my garden spectacular.

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All things are artificial, for nature is the art of God.

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Thomas Browne

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