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.