I showed you the tree of life,
You fed yourself with the forbidden fruit
Beautifully carved on the breast of the woman
And death was the price of her feast
I still do not get why man should be punished,
For following my lead.
Even the Maker knows You were mortals
And no match for these honey lips
But God always has a plan I suppose
Man was made in His own image
Yet man can never be like Him
Not even me, the serpent can understand
The way He flags His wings
Across the secret skies.
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