Forbidden Fruit,
None dare to touch,
Nor test,
Nor take,
Nor taste.
Oh Guardian,
With flaming Sword,
such fruit denied is waste.
Hear Primal man!
You chose to fall,
To fight,
To fail,
To free
Your Virgin soul
From innocence,
To liberate your seed.
Oh Adam’s Son.
Take up thy gift
Of guilt,
Of greed,
Of grief.
This tree of Life
No longer yours,
But gallows for your thief.
