Changing one's name after a scandal, it works with time
Cain could do everything he made tools grew beans and grasses with edible seeds and built a house of loam
He created what he invented but who still wants to know now? His name has been black-washed
so the grandchildren just had to deny him, no their grandfather was Seth the only real son of Adam and Eve
who dug little canals and made bedsteads who created what he invented
The story of the flood solved the problem of the family tree. Lamech and his family survived, while Lamach and his family drowned. Seth >> Enos >>>> Jared >> E >> Metusalem >> Lamech Cain >> Enoch >> Irad >> M >> Methushael >> Lamach
I can’t help but be a child of Cain My hands too ****** to be holy Too stained to be washed clean
I was once told that we are our own thoughts and actions So does that make me a ****** for being a bad person? Is that all I’ll ever be?
The sin is strong in me It’s the sin of not getting better Of continuing the hurt Past down, man upon man, wife upon husband, parent upon child, stranger upon stranger Blood you keep coughing back up That won’t leave your body
We touch so many people in our lives But how many do we scar? It’s human nature to both love and to maul Especially on those close to us Especially when we aren’t aware we’re even doing it
Now, I don’t believe in God This poem isn’t religious in the slightest But if I met him I would ask Is Hell the last destination? Can we ever get better? Can our hands learn to be tender and to hold instead of trying to choke one another? Is there still salvation for us, for people like me?
I don’t know what his answer would be And I don’t think I’d want to find out
Cain killed Abel, for Abel was favoured. Losers need losers, for then nobody wins. Rather a robber be king, and all be robbed. The mark, a small price to despise the favoured. Why Trump? Because *******! That’s why.