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
“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