Oh my sins so unholy, all but inhuman have they made me.
O' for our bodies intertwined;
and in between did our sin bind.
As I once took all that I could,
I had thus took more than I should
Of what sweet blood does this fruit bleed?
Nectar I drink though I naught need.
For what a tree had that snake wound,
o' if I knew how it 'twas bound.
Kingdom come had I awaited;
of a future I abated.
Such deep result did I once tout
forever trust in me to doubt
And of such trust did I perceive,
an essence which I could bereave.
M.T. || K.R.
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