Whilst god slumbered in heaven
dreaming of his creation
and the snake plotted his revenge
with the abyss
Adam and Eve were sleeping
in the peaceful garden,
enjoying the respite
beneath a tree
where a slowly ripening apple
hung over their heads
like the sword of Damocles.
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Who could not love this one? Done in by falling fruit. It's perfect.