I'm not Adam but I stood beneath the tree with her.
I held the crimson fruit in my hands, unaware of my approaching downfall.
Tasted the sweetness on my tongue, the warmth of soft brushing lips.
Felt every inch of my body ripple with fear when I was put to "death ".
Experienced the scorching wrath rising from a newly bitter soul.
Wings emblazoned black as they burn like the whipping winds.
Seventy years of practice forgotten the further and further, I tumble.
It is clear I'm not adam.
I will never be.
No matter how hard the heavens try.
they can't make me into him.
For I am the adversary.
Satan
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Tales From Eden And Beyond: A Collection Of Everbound Poems.
Poetrywhat if all we knew about Eden and those whose stories revolved around It was wrong? what if they could say their truths about these events? lend an ear to the tales from Eden and beyond.
