Benjamin Bartley Poet Rhyme

The Children of God

Dreamt I had the power 
To turn back Hand’s ungodly hours 
Bending backwards to the beginning 
To the Time before time... before all the sinning 
To Genesis, The Garden of Eden 
I walked and talked with Adam and soon to be “Eve” 
So pure and innocent, so natural in their nudity 
The Air still full of Thy scent 
Not stagnate like now full of absinth 
It smelt of Heavenly breath, everything blessed 
No pollution nor any pompous political ripened fruition  
No ins or outs of institutions, no constant constipation 
Only my endless awe of undulating ovations 
Not a smudge of stink... before all extinctions could brink
And with that thought, the Serpent greets me too 
And without a thought, I chopped it up in two 
Into a stew, a brew, a compost pile of goo 
But why stop there, have no fear it’s true 
I chopped that tree of good and evil knowledge too 
Into firewood, soon to come to flame 
Burn the fruit of fame 
Burn the fruit, give a hoot
Cook the snake into poetrysoup 

Only to be awakened 
“Wow, that was lucid!” 
I feel as if my soul’s been shaken 
I give a real big cat-stretch exclusive 
Then sigh, “If only...” 
I meander to my bedroom window 
Looking out to see... reality 
But I can’t believe my eyes
What is this... this can't be true?
There’s trillions of the children 
Of Adam and Believe (the wife's new name)'s seed
Earth is still Eden though a garden beyond belief 
The sky's a deep royal blue not grey 
Everyone’s dancing with blissful grins 
Everyone ignorant of sin
Why everyone is spanking nude today!
Who cares!? Everyone’s alive! 
Everyone, naturally high

Then, it hits me... I done did it
No one's ever died or dies

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