
Vermilioncore
suffering on the heights of despair
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This poem is for Eve. The fucker of mankind.
Eve of my rib
Eve of my flesh
Blood of my blood
And breath of my God
Why’d you eat it
Why’d you taste it
God had warned you
And you still did it
And the juice that runs down your chin
Is blood from your future kingdom
And that apple core is black as night
So full of pain
You had it all
And you chose this
And if fruits were dicks;
You had every dick in the garden
And you fucked the wrong one.
Eve of my rib
Eve of my flesh
Blood of my blood
And breath of my God
Why’d you eat it
Why’d you taste it
God had warned you
And you still did it
And the juice that runs down your chin
Is blood from your future kingdom
And that apple core is black as night
So full of pain
You had it all
And you chose this
And if fruits were dicks;
You had every dick in the garden
And you fucked the wrong one.