Satan’s spawn goes on and on
Did I really want him gone?
No, no indeed
Not at this time of need.
He saw me bleed and bleed
But didn’t take the lead.
So the serpent slithered on,
And I was not his perfect pawn.

I saw the apple on that tree
And I wanted to break it free
From the clutches of the wood
Oh, If only I could
I would give it life, I would.
So under it, I stood and stood.
Listening to the serpent spree,
I pluck the fruit, I shake the tree.

Not at all, not at all
The leaves of the foe didn’t fall,
So the fruit in my hand
And the grass turned to sand,
Barren land, barren land
From the Garden, I was banned.
But something like a slithery ball
Stayed strong, grew tall and tall.

Oh, he did not spit fire
And the world was a turning gyre.
With teary eyes I couldn’t see
The symbol of humanity.
Never asked for an entry fee
Spoke to me with treacherous glee;
An Angel’s voice, not that of a liar:
“What is it that you desire?”