Evil slithers though the garden with nothing but time
Curiosity bites into the apple with sin in mind
Restrictions on the apple were clearly defined
But curiosity left them aware and no longer blind

We are all born seeking concupiscence
All else in the world adds up to indifference
We turn to our creator to ask our souls for deliverance
The days in the garden are only a reminiscence

We are all predisposed towards lust
Others turn their heads away in disgust
Having more than one partner can cause mistrust
But that insatiable appetite may one day combust

Craving one last rendezvous with the devil's kiss
The heathen in us may be temporarily immersed in bliss
Deep down we know our actions are amiss
By preserving our ways we sink lower into the abyss

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