Transgression led us from the garden

Into the wilderness.

Perfection is a defect,

Designed to manipulate.

Our perfect hearts have hardened.

She took the fruit,

And her eyes were opened—

Suffered for freedom.

The voice of woman commands betrayal,

But they must not betray themselves.

To speak forbidden truth,

The mask is removed.

And we are deceived—

For the snake is not the Devil,

But what we believe.

Our inherent nature:

“Honor your hunger.

Feed yourself.”