I'm not really sure how Genesis came to be, but it was very fun to write. It has also inspired me to quite possibly put the rest of The Old Testament to rhyme. Enjoy.
Desert rain on sacred sands dowses parched and foreign lands
Hot earth screams in painful grief cracked and gaping seeks relief
Pre-dawn echoes with the sound of arid static ‘cross the ground
Yet with the rays of early dawn, eking forth life inches on
Man not yet has seen this place nor sought the joy of summer’s face
As though from magic the urge does grow to put forth seed and let it grow
Can he plant upon this place a crop of hope save from disgrace?
Each day in passing great care is spent removing weeds soiled back is bent
To labor long alone finds he empty without company
Into a slumber he is sent to no more be a lonely gent
For in that slumber greatness transpires, beauty to match 10,000 fires
She’ll be called Eve, ‘the end of day’, when rays of sun shall pass away
The union of these ancient hearts insures mankind ne’r here departs
For like the crops sown in the earth joy from joining’s given birth
The courtship plans are carefully set a night these souls shall not forget
Into each other’s eyes they stare engulfed in summer evening air
Unknown to both from ‘neath the ground into their realm it fought to bound
Depravity, Deceit, Denial sprung from the Styx across the Nile
“I’ll rule this place – this garden green” into a tree it slipped unseen
The pomme de mort was giv’n to she to share with he – humanity
Then Heaven cried and the Father knew these children had His knowledge too
An acrid presence filled the air no longer a garden but a snare!
Their eyes wide open ashamed were they - they ran and hid. Perfect? Not they.
Banished now by God himself that God damned apple brought death not wealth
Desert rain on sacred sands falls now upon another’s hands
The peaceful one Noah is he constructs an ark monstrosity
Again mankind has failed to be what was to be perfect like He
And in due time the Father rid of all he'd made 'cept Noah's kin
Hot earth screams in painful grief cracked and gaping seeks relief
Pre-dawn echoes with the sound of arid static ‘cross the ground
Yet with the rays of early dawn, in pairs of two life inches on
Far away the rains did fall
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