Anguish in the garden /
The forbidden fruit tempts us:
“Take me, take me,
I’m more juicy than a naked woman,
more ripe than your lover’s penis.”
The apple is devoured,
it was too good to deny.
Now the rain won’t stop,
the hail is harsh & strong,
lightning strikes down
the non-believers…
Who scream: “Stop it! Stop it!
You were right! We believe!”
…but, no one is there.
We stand and stare,
waiting for change
that never comes.
November 2nd, 2024