He dreamed he was still walking
In the garden in the early afternoon
Considering that scrumptious apple
His beautiful soul was offering him
Lead us not into temptation
And yet you did just that
Weren't we still children
Sexualized before our time
But we had tasted beauty once
As an animal that lived in us
Or a plant that would return
Like a goodness after a long absence
And we would not let you again
Get away with it dear snake
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