At the gates of Eden sin slithered in.
I know I cannot condemn Eve in falling for the serpent's sweet lies,
for his forked tongue has caused me to swoon for worldly things far too many times.
How he twists the sanctity and beauty of the holy gifts and somehow makes them seem momentarily more pleasing.
It isn't until his fangs sink in infecting us with that sickeningly sweet venom that we begin to wonder if we have made a mistake.
It causes us to hallucinate in a stupor of pride and entitlement as it turns our hearts to stone.
Our soul begins to fight, to clear out the poison attacking us, only to fall short on its own.
We need a healer, one who can save us from ourselves.
So our prince gave his life for the antidote so that we could live once more.
Oh how the serpent laughed as the prince lied cold for days.
Oh but how quickly he was hushed when our prince then arose to crush his head.
No longer did he slither for my lord has the victory.