Original Sin
The other side of love
Is not hate, never was
As most would have you swear;
No, they are both
Of the same family:
Incestuous cousins:
And both, aflame with passion,
Fueled by intuition
The realm of the Heart.
And it is only at the betrayal of one
That incurs the unbridled wrath
Of the other.
As was with Cain,
Envious of Able
That he came to slay all he loved.
And with such anger,
Condemned all of man forever
With Original Sin…..
9.18.9 John Tansey
Copyright ©2008 John Thomas Tansey
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