When God created the world, all that
there was,
Was happiness!
And as such man lived life in eternal
bliss.
The warmth from the sun breathed on
man
Like they shared affection of ninety
three million miles.
The wind had this enchantment of
bathing around man
Like her existence was to serve man.
The Garden of Eden pampered the foot
of man.
To them, they were royals
Whose footsteps were blessings to
keep warm.
God sat in the Heavens smiling at His
perfection.
And it also smiled back at him.
Life was like a sweet wine which
begged to be drank.
The bleakest memory of a tragedy to
anyone
Was unknown to the imagination of
man.
Shortly before creation,
The war which had sent the fallen
Angels
Out of heaven was promised never to
return.
It was then that the snake,
Cunning as he was wobbled to Hell to
satisfy sheer curiosity.
The devil,
Seeing the epitome of himself come
near him
Gently slipped himself into the soul
of the snake
And journeyed back to the Garden.
He took some mints after licking some
ixora sweets on the way.
His breath was like the freshness of
morning,
His voice the soothing touch of
purple silk.
When he spoke to Eve she was
bewildered with glee,
Although she beat a thousand thoughts
about disobeying God,
The devil said
"Oh gracious daughter of life,
You have begot the one truth that
will set you free.
Here I am."
After a short argument
Which Eve fought really hard to lose,
She took the forbidden fruit.
She bit into it.
Behold, the birth of Pain!
Dizziness and fear of sweetness
Clung unto Eve like the fins of
growing yam
"Oh let me run to Adam and bid
him taste this evil sweetness"
The taste of pain felt as much as the
guilt of disobedience,
Which contrasted with the sweet
deathly taste
From the same fruit to the tongue.
The snake began to offer support,
Ridiculing the folly he had made out
of her
To unleash Pain unto Earth again.
Seeping through the air like an
aphroditic aroma,
She stole the breath that hung in the
nostrils
Of every living thing God had
created.
All was filled with her sting,
Her touch, her soothe, her being.
Pain came to dwell in the world too.
You see,
When God created the world,
He had captured Pain and trapped her
in the fruit;
Never to be broken, never to be
bitten.
Forbidden!
And now, for all of life and time,
Pain has come to dwell with man.
Once upon a time pain was born
And for the rest of life, Man run
away from her.
She was the reason they run; she was
the reason they stopped.
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