Temptation in your Eden:
let me in the garden gates,
there's a fruit there and I hunger
for the knowledge of its taste;
knowing's all the sweeter
with sweat and toil on your face.
I know the tree's forbidden,
but it appeals to my sense;
let's originate some sin tonight,
blame sly serpent for offense.
To taste is to die and be cast out again,
so forsake me with something intense
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
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