The Simple Truth
A poem
Long ago in Eden old,
the timeless creche of Man.
No need unmet, no fate foretold.
And endless was its span.
Where God and flesh were unified,
To play, forevermore.
His perfect joy: Their shackles. Thus
the enemy: The Door.
But from the land, a tree arose,
To Paradise pollute.
By His command, in simple prose,
"Thou shalt not eat the fruit."
Abstain they did, for ages hence,
but ever did they spy,
the distant cherry red, forbade.
The apple of their eye.
So, over time, as ever was,
and ever which will be,
a plan emerged to find a way
to know the distant tree.
In innocence, she bade Me thus,
to dominate her soul.
And forced me to, AGAINST MY WILL,
force HER unto her goal.
I had no choice! She was His pet!
And I, a simple prop.
A scapegoat for her ill-formed bet,
to blithely pick the crop.
He judged, of course. He always does.
And "guilty" met their plea.
They earned their fate to toil and die.
The victim here is ME.
So hear Me well. I've been defamed.
The blame is fully Eve's.
And hell is your existence, framed
by lies that He believes.