The Sin

Her pushing, while crying,
is a story, in the telling
a beginning, another is coming,
ordained at labor, a divine reckoning

this pain my brother-
-  is the sin of your father,
and that of your mother!

Before this, it was forbidden
everything else was given,
but among us, are creatures heathen,
crawling on their bellies, fallen from heaven!

this pain my brother-
-  is the sin of your father,
and that of your mother!

You shall moil,
You will toil,
to reap from this soil.
the deceiver did not spoil,
it was the deceived, inside the pot of boil!

the earth is hard and sad,
it no longer gives in glad,
there are thorns and thistles to discard,
dawn till dusk – sweat, tears and blood!

this pain my brother-
-  is the sin of your father,
and that of your mother!

On this ground,
they shall lay me underground,
as I was, before anyone was around
sin is soaked here, it was once and profound!