Tree of Life: A Pantoum-ish Poem

O to be like God!

I died from one bite

Perfection drowned by fraud

As hell’s minions applaud

I died from one bite

And my soul loses its flight

As hell’s minions applaud

Return to ash and sod

As shadows stain the light

And weeds grow where I trod

I hide behind a skin facade

Strive to purge this evil blight

And weeds grow where I trod

Apocalypse horses’ feet are shod

Strive to purge this evil blight

Fleeing from the coming night

And weeds grow where I trod

Perfection drowned by fraud

Strive to purge this evil blight

O to be like God!

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