This would be an old poem I have decided to edit a bit... for the most part, it is the same. I had a lot of influence from religion, clearly.
Condescending Eden
We are the rekoners,
the heralds of misinformation;
leading your souls astray,
an exodus of souls.
We can stumble from golden gates into the pit.
Entranced within the eyes of a serpent,
we're condescending Eden,
expending the knowledge once coveted,
hoping ignorance can wash away memory.
Your father's forsaken,
are smitten by the snake's bite-
drawn into that virulence,
like wounds swollen with poison.
The patriarch witnesses,
our subtle betrayals.
Your lusts and avarice,
follow you from the shades of light.
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