She came on a cloud, on her breath and his tongue. 

She came with the promise

Perfectly imperfect, in their image she was born

And in their love they didn’t leave her to roam her world alone

Perfectly imperfect they walked together, made in their love

Until the Morning Star rose, the question seeking 

And it found her alone, by a pond and it loved the firstborn daughter, unable to understand how deep it could go

Until she said No

The perfect one, more beautiful than any other, highest of the high, next to the throne

Denied

The love turning to something unknown, something…

Like a drug

Intoxicated he took her, the first daughter, forbidden and denied

And when they asked, he lied

The father of them all

Cast from heaven, the first sin

Unforgivable 

Blasphemy 

Fall

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Shooting star

Fall to your fate

Feel nothing but hate

Separated in eternity from the love of God

There is no coming back

And in every way you restate, unable to ever create

You twist you turn 

And she is hidden from you

For a time, time, and half a time

 here, she rises again

Healed

Free to create

To love 

you’ll never know

your heart is sick

And you know

Time is short

And you will not win

Roam here, roam there, it’s all you have left

When the trumpets call

Your bed is set

And all that has been done will be undone

The books will forget your name

Forgotten

Struck from life

Your word forever from above as below

NO.