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gullible Adam of gullible Eve

By B.I. Kukla
it wasn’t just that one apple
but feasts of all seasons ever after
her eyes are forever hungry
she wants all that looks good
he wants what turns her on
he lusts, he does not talk to God
gullible Adam of gullible Eve

the Serpent keeps speaking
she feeds Eve’s hungry eyes
Eve keeps listening to the Cleverest One
Adam keeps listening to Eve
with his simple and proud mind
Adam and Eve keep hiding from God

when God spoke to Abraham’s heart
he left all his idols behind
when God spoke to Noe’s heart
he left the whole world behind
when God spoke to your heart
you just ran back to your Eve
craving her adoration
she is a flesh of your flesh but
is she a heart of your heart?

when Jesus saved you from the dust of death
why didn’t you leave it all behind and follow Him?
your life is in Spirit not flesh
your love for Eve was not love, my dear
it was your fear of dying
nourished by the most clever whisperer
and your love for her lying

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