Adam and Eve

by Alyssa Friday   Aug 10, 2007


Two alone in a precious garden
of love; there a golden apple grew.
And on the apple wound a serpent
to weed sin into unknowing earth.
Pluck this serpent from thy swollen breast,
and heed its slyly sung slithered song;
for once unleashed, it will never cease,
and life and love will forever be
chained by this plague set upon the world.

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