There is no middle ground
This taking sides again
It's Adam or Eve
She, deceived
He, the willful one
Once naked
Now ashamed
And misconnected
Within an
Inauguration of leaves
Sleeping upon
Thorns and thistles
The genetic defect their own
To carry forth
Children of sin and death
In the shadow
Of something now
Unattainable
It was never
About appetite
It was always
About sovereignty