From ashes to ashes.

I seen the snake.

I let it tempt me.

I bit from the apple, her black hair stared me down.

"Come here my sweet, taste the forbidden fruit,"

I bit.

Hiss.

He slithered.

From your rib I fell.

"Come here my sweet."

Hiss.

I ate, I tasted, I bit. My taste buds tingled in delight

I fell.

40 days and 40 nights I fell. I could not bare the cross.

My feet were sore. My back ached.

I tasted the forbidden fruit. To the dirt

I feel.

Ashes to ashes I fall.