The Ancient Mutiny of the Twain
The Ancient mutiny of the Twain
In the beginning were both made
To dwell in unison and not to trade
You abode with each other in Eden
And never was anyone a burden.
The Author made one with the soiling sand
Molding him beautifully like he had been caned
So there he laid breathlessly dead
Until the creator’s speech you fed.
And then you arouse, man and woman;
He made you to guard the earth like a foreman
Visiting you day and night
Until the day your lust took you to flight.
Then I recall the commencement of the ancient mutiny of the twain
The flesh against the spirit intertwine
The world; since then the flesh held in bondage
The other kept it from all damage.
The flesh waging a wailing war at the spirit
To eternally take man to hades to seal it
Till the ‘Spinner of life’ sent Love
To the earth He had given man ancient to have.
Love paid the price to set the epithelium free
By then both had been divided like the walls of the red sea
Only death on the shrub could breech the gab
And no one, man could love than the creator’s flab.
Love fought until he shouted ‘it is finished!’
Man since then could never be tarnished
Eden’s emancipation had been regenerated
And humanity had been totally consecrated.
And yet there stood the flesh and the spirit
The impact of man’s fall could not tell it
For since then the ancient mutiny of the twine still persist
And I, am left with the spirit to steadfastly resist.
Copyright © Emelia Samanhyia | Year Posted 2016
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