Who is worse than Eve?
Deceived one. Disobedient one.
Brought it all down crumbling at her feet.
Who is worse?
Perhaps the one who listens to the gentle instruction
from a loving Father:
All of This. But That. Not That.
But. Not. That.
She mutters, You cannot tell me.
Circling the tree, touching the “Not That…”
She picks and chooses her sin carefully.
And takes a bite
Right where He stands.
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