Paradise Found Poem by asaolu kolawole ifedayo

Lost! man winged like an angel
tasting the falling fruits of purest tree
a crytalized river, none thirst befriend
but a reflection of God holy trend
home of allelluyahs in uniting councel

And voice so tender,
echoing through my elevated thoughts
of tongue tempted for first death gender
spirit depature and reality of dark obverse moon
This her blag mission, my downfall at the noon

But if my spirit laid no bilious
and our garden's tree the fruit unbreed
void seapent and gate closure by guilding angel thus,
Like newtons note I, the first indeed
mother of undying children for sheol
O! depraved seapent, curses upon thy crawling soul

And as though as lily for morning dews
this bon-mot act, a man's fall
and i never myself made, t'is YAHWEYS crew
whose sword should have forbidden my shadows call
but why iam i ever made the hall?

O my creatures! three like liliputian to my Godly state
the drama long foreseen as though
unblown by windy fate
thy vehement voices, only like walking bow
for the lions blood, spirit re-unite cost
in the path of pines, the renewal of paradise lost.