I weaved a nest

Out of the things they threw away

And I made a home for my children to say

He created an earth so large

So great

Hoping one day

The Gods will appreciate

The waste they threw a way

The Garden of Eden was no place to stay


I know your pain

I, too, had to do the same

To free myself and children alike

To start fresh

A new life

I too had to be


But free

Adam- Or So They Said

He asked for forgiveness

For crimes he’s yet to commit

For the falling angels, and the apple they ate

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No More Apples

Surrounded by thousands

Still feels alone

This city just does not feel like home

This body is not my own

Soul wanting to burst out of a body

This is not where it belongs

Adam ate the apple

While I suffer his mistakes