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Oct 2019
I took the fruit, even before the snake
                                               whispered..

Even though the tale says it hindered
         my bequest to take the first bite..

By then I was wearing it as a belt,
        skinned before it spoke a word..

Vainness the first sin, of a woman
        and mans sin was not taking

the time to ponder the beauty
            that stood before him..

He listened to the voices,
    Don't bite the fruit...

        Biting my fruit, nibble
                                     maybe..

But bite and I'll crush your skull
                in-between my thighs..

We were kicked out the Eden Club..

But it wasn't his weak ****, its cos
                  I burned the tree.

I didn't nibble on no fruit,
        I don't go down like that.
  I'm more trunk if you understand..


That club burnt down.


        But I had my belt, so I'm a superstar.

Shining brighter than that north star.
He was lost after that voice
             never followed us  from the club.

We're sinners, not because we didn't listen,
         because I took the *****,
and knew that the  club wasn't worth the penalty
                       if we stayed by there rules.
Poetic T
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