The bite from the apple
Happened to match the
Crescent shape of the moon
Soon all that was blameless
Turned into a carnal place
Where all is without
And puffed up
And ****** up
This bad luck
Will last forever
The foliage of the soul
Turned into dead branches
They’re breaking off piece by piece
Falling beneath
Into the fire of no return
Where all is without
And ****** up
And puffed up
This bad luck
Will last forever
Outnumbered by atheists
Who’re always quick to judge
There is no charity left
The stone will not budge
And this bad luck could last forever