Forbidden Fruit

I did not taste of deadly fruit;

Each grape to grace my lips was sweet,

As was each ripened berry.

So why do brambles scratch my feet?

Why must this wheat I carry?

 

Was it my mother’s fault of pride?

 Or maybe hers of murder?

Were there sins brewed in her chest

Or does the line go further?

 

Did Eve’s apple decay and rot

In a breast, once sweet with milk?

 Was poison drained from suckling lips,

Passed on to rest in children’s ilk?

 

Perhaps I sinned, a tiny babe

In greed I tried to quench my thirst.

And now my soul cannot be saved

It was fruit I tasted from the very first. 

 

 

 

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