The Untruth

Just a short note on this poem, It is not supposed to be insulting to any christian readers, however just a different take on a classic bible story. I hope you enjoy it, poetry is not my forte! Please give me lots of feedback.


The Untruth

I am blamed for all female sufferings,
Because I was weak at the vast offerings
My home the garden of Eden, my crime temptation
But do not believe the writings of my emancipation
For I was truly alone, the serpent my only friend.

I was nothing but a rib, that was snatched,
Constantly reminded that I was once attached
I was his, and would always be positioned below
Individuality was the only thing I urged to show.
Reader, I beg of you, can you blame me for my rebellion?

The snake enticed me, and yet is never blamed.
He ignited a passion, in which I could not have tamed
He hissed sweetly, that of course I shall be allowed to eat
The fruit on the tree that would taste so sweet,
So he picked the fruit, and slowly brought it to my lips.

I admit reader, the moment of weakness,
But, if you could of tasted absolute sweetness
A never before felt orgasm of an explosive scale,
That could not be delivered from any fleshed male
My actions ignited a flame, in which could not be tamed.

Please, do you understand my trails dear reader?
Punished with the pain that comes with being a breeder
But in my actions I gave you something so much more
A feeling in which allows you to blissly soar,
So forget all you are told of me, for I realised your need.