Eve:
On the word of the False God:
I have heard your plea in the coaxing of leaves
The empty appeal contorted by intent
There is malignancy, frequencies distinct
Beneath the majesty a potent tragedy
Subtle fractures, imperfections

Coursing hemoglobin
Heart pummels out a rhythm
So misaligned, so obstinate
Decisions unwilling to give

On the word of Lucifer:
There is urgency, the numbing certainty
Of their conviction, pains me to hear
The choice is evident, the reigns erode
Cannot hold alone!

Lucifer:
Strings that held limbs run through
I have struggled to hold on to
I was absent and in place now a wound
I am cursed with a sight beyond my eyes
Consequences and pit falls lie ahead

Generations will grasp this flames
Warm lick and unenviable task
I was absent and in place now a wound
You are the whole that fills us

Eve:
I eat of this fruit you offer to me!
Its taste is so pungent and so bitter sweet
Its innate sourness cures this sepsis
A wealth so palatable despite its flaws

Forked tongues so baleful
Contort and lash with wretchedness
From gaping jaws so unclean
Cannot hope to hide their frown!

Authority:
The halls of Elysium ridden with consciousness
The acid of their bile licking back teeth
Impudent menagerie, swarms immutable
The mother, her brood, unavoidable constant
To conquer this opponent my cause has a format
Chastise and belittle through heredity
Your facade the godhead of all that is impure –
Tortured alone in your Stygian hole!
For what I claim I bestow, I ordain, and I own!
It is within my image that all will writhe!
The pitiful mass my constituency
And your pit will be feared along with its liege!

Lucifer:
How can it be oh beauteous lord!
The cornucopia for which you bled
The taught cloth with which you cut
Your tools are blind and blunt!

The petty whims of a charlatan
The misogyny of a feeble man
Many will suffer the fools
Who take up your filthy mantle!

He mocking sage casts aspersions
So quickly finds his judgement lies
With those who catch his sleight of hand
The parlor tricks beyond the curtain

Authority: Yield!
Lucifer: I cannot, I will not, I will not yield!
Authority: Yield!

How easy you throw stones
Lesser son, dimming light
Intentions of a coup de tat!

Cloaked in benevolence
The last word sits upon my lips
With wings barbed I swallow!
Corridors of black thresh and snake
I am tar, i am viscid
I will riddle all with scorn!
I will make them fear!
Anatomy now divisive
A form to lay the blame
The offer of bliss now withdrawn
Falling from my grace
Her kin shall hate her for this dissent
Her body wracked with shame

Shame will be a tool to implement
The scouring of her will
Nature now impure
Forever scrubbing clean
That which cannot be
The bearer now obscene