The Beginning
Parker Bolte
His feet sweep the earth of its dust
His hair knotted and matted with twigs and greased with mud
Lost in a trance the man wonders, earths forest
Tossing, turning, spinning, dancing the man comes to a fallen tree
Slithering his way to the lumber he finds a woman in slumber
A child of god, created by earth; PANDORA
Her quiet whispers is the wind, her rough patchy skin is grass; APHRODITE
True children of god they dance around their fire
Green surrounds them, suddenly a serpent appears; DIONYSUS
Drink my wine and eat my fruit
The serpent coiled and cunning gives them his wine
The serpents scales show life; REALITY
With a sip of wine and a bite of fruit sin is born
His green eyes drip; WATER
Together, man and woman weep; HUMAN
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