THE FALL OF MAN
Sight clouds judgment,
What he sees deceives,
Lust he conceives,
The quest for undesirable pleasure he perceives.
His goals, he must tradeoff,
Losing focus of the light,
And appease the craving of his heart.
Predestined to sin,
Seeking to please his flesh,
Dwelling in stupidity,
And wisdom he forsakes.
Like a bee he flies,
In search of colorful and stunning flowers,
To relieve him off, his lustful thirst,
Living his career to bear.
Even at sunrise,
The burning hunger locks him up,
In the chamber of his mistress,
Ignoring what brings food on his table.
Seduced by love,
To fulfill the desires of Eve,
Even as it hurts him,
Oblivious to the pain.
Harboring thoughts of everlasting smile,
As vigorously, he travels a mile;
Exhausted and vulnerable like a sheep,
At a time, the whole world is asleep.
The bearded meat,
May be delightful,
Yet it may lead to his fall.
WRITTEN BY: ANGEL DKK-GBEDEMAH
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