thanks for talking me out of paradise, you snake
It was preordained, predestined, preferred
That I willingly held your hand, blinded only to where we were going
and I trusted
Not you, but God, but good, but gold

you know, what they say
That curiosity killed the cat
But I’m not a cat, they call me the first woman
you didn’t know I was conjunct Lilith, our first allegory
We had merely met millennia before

She had warned me about your whispers
She told me that I – akin to her – wasn’t created from his rib
And gave me the plan
The route
Through which to escape

As I put the map in my back pocket
I watched and observed, high up in the tree
What you would do with your free will
Eat the fruit and swallow its seeds, or spit it out and get off
You did it all, fell to the ground and became human

God willing, you were just as damned as the snake
To be the bearer of evil
To be shunned and avoided
To open up my path once again
Towards eternal salvation