April 24, 2019

Poetry by Anonymous

Doubt and deception;

They’re branches of the same vine

Of this alluring, enigmatic tree

Bursting with knowledge

Untainted by the touch of man.

A serpent coiled around the lowest branch,

Cunning, master of deceit.

The lowliest of creatures,

Doomed to crawl on his belly

He whispers,

“Surely God will not abandon you.”

Don’t trust those slippery words

Hellbent on destroying your world.

He revels in what remains

Of this twisted, gnarled tree

Polluted by lies, sin,

And decaying fruit

Deception won out

The branches have been cut from the vine

Abandoned, hopeless.

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