"From Eden," Pt. 2: An Anti-Apologia Poem
By divine decree,
Moira shall not allow my evil deeds
to escape me.
Destiny,
I made my bed with other men.
The butterfly effect of a once perceived venial sin.
He appeared to me as a God.
Whispered worship exhaled with ease,
but His mercy was exhaustible.
He was my day of reckoning.
—demi marissa giro [#missphilosoph4r}
10.18.2018
Inspired by the lyrics of From Eden by Hozier:
"Babe, there's something tragic about you
Something so magic about you
Don't you agree??
Babe, there's something lonesome about you
Something so wholesome about you
Get closer to me
No tired sigh, no rolling eyes, no irony
No who cares, no vacant stare, no time for me
Honey, you're familiar like my mirror years ago
Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on his sword
Innocence died screaming
Honey, ask me, I should know
I slithered here from Eden
Just to sit outside your door
Babe, there's something wretched about this
Something so precious about this
Where to begin??
Babe, there's something broken about this
But I might be hoping about this
Oh, what a sin
To the strand, a picnic planned for you and me
A rope in hand for your other man to hang from a tree
Honey, you're familiar like my mirror years ago
Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on his sword
Innocence died screaming
Honey, ask me, I should know
I slithered here from Eden
Just to sit outside your door
Honey, you're familiar like my mirror years ago
Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on his sword
Innocence died screaming
Honey, ask me, I should know
I slithered here from Eden
Just to hide outside your door..."
