moisture long absent upon this tongue
fat and swollen, longing for refreshment
like a tourist unable to walk straight paths
words dribbling empty, directionless no meaning.
where is my Eden, hidden drowned forbidden
flesh forever stumbling each time rising slower
lower and lower the ceiling of my crown falls
heavier and heavier the weight bends me over.
a spinning sword even two angels forbid me
a women torments me with poisoned fruitage
no forgiveness for sin intentional and misplaced
a son promised but my eyes will never see him.
bitter fruit, bitter cain, toxic sugar
abel only to my comfort brings but short lived
a son a corpse dust and no more
bitter fruit, cursed womb, bitter death
hatred now cursed flees with daughter
deaths recompense forbidden, abel blood foresaken
a son no more a womb defected a child new
hope seeded anew but evening ends and left alone am i
darkness to eve to abels dust must join
sin fully met, paid and satisfied but hungry anew
for trickery has stolen her beauty and eaten her fruits
close to eden buried ever drinking this river but never to blossom
a seed a hope but not for me
a hope for children unseen and never my eye to see
for abel brother and abel sister to root and sprout
and drink and be satisfied
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