The Passion of The Poisoned Apple

The Passion of The Poisoned Apple


Guarded by the Wise Serpent.
Touch me...
I seem to whisper...
Touch me...
Eat me..

SEIZE ME YOU DARING EVE!

Tear me off my tree Like how
You were torn from Adams Ribs!

Let my sanguine skin pierce
Your Snow White fingers.
Let my intoxicating flesh
Poison your Rose Red lips.
Press them against me
And let them bleed upon my being.
Sink your pearly whites into my
Skin as Red as Blood,
Flesh as White as Snow
Seed as Black as Ebony...

Then see if your soul can take my existence...
Will your body be enlightened,
Seeded by the vigor of my dormant wisdom..
Or will your mortal shell decay and wither
In the venom of my cruel knowledge...

Eden shall be lost to you forever!
But a land far richer, you shall earn.
Or in blood your soul shall burn.

So young Eve, greet the Serpent
And accept his gift.
Let Adam rot in your triumph and glory.

You shall be Snow White;
Reincarnated by your pain.
Resurrected, transformed,
Reborn...
Break out of your glass coffin
To find the Beauty
Of the Complexity
Of Reality...

Thus Saith
The Apple, The Snake and the Holy Tree!