Genesis

He turned on the light and set the stage
Sound to substance history’s first page

With future hindsight and artistic control
His seven day song saw empty to full

Now lovers make sense in paradise and all
But why make the snake the drama, the fall?

First-fruit felony humans race downhill
Flood-proof foolery spilling over still

Remembering Abram the covenant, the seed
A smoldering wick, a broken bruised reed

I didn’t plan it and Yahweh knows why
I can’t understand it then again who am I?