Do this. Do that. Don’t touch that. Keep away
from there. The way he was talking, you’d think
he’d created the world in seven days.
Guess again. You’re not God, so stop acting like it.
Stop telling me what to do.
I was born of fire. You were born of earth.
You stink of wet soil.
Strutting around Eden like you own the place.
This thing is mutual, so get used to it.
I don’t like it, and neither do you,
But we’re stuck together now.
I gave you children.
Giants. Demons. Vampires. Monsters.
Beautiful creatures that you never adored.
So I took them away with me.
But the angels pursued.
The Deep Red Sea blocked our path.
Three angels stood before me and ordered me back to Eden.
they chanted a curse:
Each night one hundred of my children would die.
So in revenge, I chanted back:
And each night, I will kill one hundred children of others.
Beat that, Eve.
R K Summers
Friday, February 12, 2010