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In The Beginning: Serpent’s Tongue

In The Beginning: Serpent’s Tongue

Apple of eyes fruit of the womb
Beneath petaled lashes
Color consumes

Declaration of absence from
Earth’s metal tomb
Forgotten a past that is
Gone all too soon

Hell is predicted one dark afternoon
Inhaled by the victim
Justified by the tension then
Killed by the witness
Legalized and consumed

Made into a prison that spells out our doom
Named “he is risen” we followed like fools

Opened the sepulcher
Pandora entombed by her own curiosity
Questioned by whom
Rejected by none yet accepted by two
Said man and said woman
The serpent’s dark croon

Unlimited knowledge it sang was our due
Venom so sweet that it sang to our souls
Water and dirt sprang forth man it was so
Xenophobe made them alike to himself
Yet left them with naught in their brains but their souls
Zenith of innocence lost to us all