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I am Eve,
It is I who held fate in my hand.
My hand. Not Adam’s. For once in this damnable garden,
This garden of lies,
I held the choice, I had the power to decide.

The snake, that seductive snake,
Lustful, beautiful, powerful, everything which I was not allowed to be,
He held it out to me, offered me my destiny.
And I took it, and I took it with no remorse, 
I do not regret.

Yahweh decided that it was I who cursed my daughters,
When the fault lies with Adam.
Within his viscous “manhood” he cursed my daughters,
Cursed us with the pain of his penetration, 
with his violent lust.

Blames us for lusting after us, 
For his inability to control his urges. For was he not created,
In God’s image? Well then my daughters, you see the truth is here, plain for all to 
see,
Even your God could not control himself. They tell you Lucifer himself,
Gave me the apple. 

Oh yes, the snake, the devil himself was there,
But behind him lay a greater serpent,
For who created Lucifer? The fallen angel?
The original Sin.
Yes, dear daughters, not lovely Sophia, but Yahweh.

So it is I, and you, who are cursed with his original sin.
For he raped you of your innocence,
Even before your birth,
For your brothers are held faultless, but not you my sweet,
No, you will always be to blame. 

I am Eve.
You are my daughters, you lustful snakes,
But not anymore, no, because now you know,
The Truth, and as they say,
The truth shall set you free.

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