Adam
Arisen from dust, life into me thrust
a copy to behold, from the best mold
at first alone, now with one from my own
destiny unknown, a garden our home
avoid but one tree, or loose eternity
deception has won, what have I done
caught in a lie, my descendants will die
but pity has shone, a new shoot has grown
my error cost dear, the accusers draw near
now naked I flee, to avoid death on a tree
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