Before the flood

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A few steps away

lies the eastern garden

​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​a sense of purpose

​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​the word in flesh.

But you know your God

too well

​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​​ ​ ​​to climb over the fence.

You have learned that

the price of unauthorized migration

is nothing less than your

​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​heart.

And it occurs to you that

​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​like never before

there is no door left to knock.

​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​And it occurs to you that

it was probably like this three nights

​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​before the flood.