by Edward Alan Bartholomew
And so a man was made on slumber's eve And given ample earth on which to lie, And never planting foot on which to leave Would never know the willing choice to die; Would never peer beyond the verdant wall; Would never see the foliage of fall In gathering the fruit that daily falls To sup the living life that very eve, Confinèd there within the lonely walls He coveted a mate with whom to lie; With whom to live the days and never die And never from the garden wish to leave But from her partner's sight the rib would leave, Retrieve the Fruit which hadn't time to fall, And cast all luck along the rolling die To try the Fruit together in the eve, Believe the admonition of God's lie, And thus defy the writing on the wall And so from sitting weak-kneed on the wall They'd crawl from life, and from the garden leave, But not naïve; they understood my lie! They chose to die! They chose the bitter Fall! For Adam's everlasting love for Eve Would long outlast the damning day they die And what derision! Contracted to die And placed within a brick within a wall To shift and shiver till the Rapture's eve When all committed souls would up and leave The ample earth to which they chose to fall, On which they chose to ever love and lie You have no will if will you not to lie Within the earthy plots in which you die; For what good comes of Eve and Adam's Fall To trap yourselves again within God's walls? If anything, your mortal thought should leave An everlasting life's fallacious eve For in this eve is found the greatest lie Since only those who leave will never die And only from the wall can Adam fall |
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