The apple on the tree,
The serpent from the sea,
The beautiful Eve,
And me.
Listening to the hissing,
Kissing,
Tempted to cheat,
Consumed in a mouthful,
An obsession needing to be fed.
But the fruit’s bittersweet,
Not good to eat,
Our slippery friend,
One step ahead.
To have avoided this fate,
Though now it’s too late,
What we should have done,
Was kill the fucking snake.
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