This is a poem I wrote a few days back I originally posted it on my blog at http://revolt1993.blogspot.com/.
I feel I wrote this poem about how Eve was seduced by the devil to betray God.
The focus on Eve was because since the dawn of creation the female gender has been blamed for everything by institutions in particular the Church because of Eve’s weakness in the Garden of Edan.
On another level I guess I also wanted to create a caricature of the helplessness vulnerability of the wicked woman which is Traditional Roman Catholic view that was common in my homeland Ireland for a long time.
This was to be a direct contrast with the perfect woman Mary the Mother of God whom I feel is seen as the Church as intrinsically good for not being a slave to temptation, and a more liberated being than Eve who would be more a closer representation to today’s modern woman.
Mister 666Burn burn within the pin in your skin taking your smile away.A life without play a world without anything good to say he walks the son of brimstone.
Cutting deep to the bone he leaves your last words by phone, alone, at home. Sickness, and death his friends roam the land choking you like sand till you can no longer stand.
The pain in the rain burns like the hot Spanish sun a gun to his head, one bullet, and your dead. His name unknown.
Whether he has a wife or, not his true love is the knife it is him the giver of life. He watches your every mood feeds you full of pain that stains your being till you can no longer sleep.
The walking dead you wish you never stayed as the price you payed was never worth the gift received.Lied to, and deceived he had you believe he was the saviour despite his behaviour.
Now tonight baby he will be waiting, anticipating your every move to take your soul. His heart as black as coal you can run but never hide as he takes you for a ride. His seed destroying you deep inside the tide of your purity an obscurity.
The myth of the ages he has ripped and rewrote all the pages. With nothing left to remain hidden you want another taste of the forbidden.
Fruit from the womb birth, and a tomb in the ground one day you will never be found.
As he tears through hell the bell on your life rings , and harpies sing as your wear the cross of thorns, and another is born.
Aaaaaaaaaaah fear him for he will forever be unknown your cross to bear in a world unfair so take care.
For someday he is coming for you Mr 666 your one, and only fix.
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