The Fall

About the fall, I never knew the cost
Nor where the people went when they were lost
The group survived by building their own God
With his words,  they worshipped as they  left
He was given to serving them with texts
Written into rocks and sand they trod
About the Fall.

In early days God was a Father  proud
Given to punishment,even death allowed
A goat was killed and they each saw the blood
Reminding them ,the mortal, how we’re pruned
Like bonsai trees, the size and shape  are wound
God could do such things,it seems he did
It was in Fall

Supernatural,  fierce and finely tuned
Yet the sins of human beings ever loomed
Until his own son hung from unblessed wood
The curse of Cain.Bathsheba understood
In her mind she saw how evil’s good
The devil riding bareback was her groom
Teaching her the spells of whip and womb
It was the Fall