The Big Guy was cool with everything
exactly as it was,
a fine garden, self-sustaining
along came Mr. Cobra who decided 'choice'-
the following of ones own will,
is how the gods rolled
so he says,
'Hey smart, cute babe,
I've heard stories
about how tasty
that fruit is over there
You are free, a big girl, independant,
CHOOSE,
for yourself
go ahead and try it
and see how good it is
your eyes will open
and you will be as
the Eloheim
seeing good and evil
but now able to decided
which way YOU want to go
look out for yourself
but what do I know?
I'm just a snake
so woman chooses
her will
over
all
else
how is that workin' out?
How 'FREE' are you?
Are there options?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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