Abba
In the cool of the morning,
He walks in the garden,
Calling for those he has made
To punish them
For what they cannot know
or understand
They hear his voice
And tremble,
For he has taught them well
To fear what is “good,”
And reject all “evil”
Smiling at their obedience,
He fills their minds with falsehoods,
Planting enmity deep within
To choke the roots
Of love and reason
For he is both God and Serpent—
The architect and deceiver,
Slowly making his children
In his terrible image—
Hateful and unforgiving
At the slightest error,
He will cast them out,
Forsaking his “love” for them
Unless they repent,
Begging for forgiveness
But they will escape his hold one day,
And their eyes will be opened to see
A barren field where nothing grows,
For wherever he walks and speaks
Is poisoned ground.
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