Creation 2.

So, what happened next ?,
Let me see,
Shell I address this metaphorically,
I think I will use a bit of both,
It is nice to have a different stroke.

So, I suppose you would like to know,
How the devil did come and go,
From the paradise ride.

Adam did sneeze,
That's' the first thing he did do,
Before the Angels', he went, went over to,
They told him to say,
All Praise Be To God,
So, that was the first words',
He did phrase,
In paradise way.

God ordered the Angels' to bow down to his feet,
So the Angels' did do, what they was ordered to.
The devil refused,
Because he was not true,
Of the creation of light that the Angels',
Came from,
So that made him very wrong.

God declared him faulty,
Because he had an arrogance naughty,
" What caused you to disobey me ?,
God questioned his invalid display,
The devil's unhealthy ways'.
The devil replied,
" I am better then he, I am made from black smokeless fire ".
So there you have it,
the devil walked his wire.

One thing more, I would like to add,
You question me on my phrase,
Trying to change the wording, to please who ?,
A people,
No I will not rewrite the wording,
I would be wrong, fire and flame, for eternity
I will not, enter into that game.
But to reassure you,
If you think the undertones' belittle your race,
What colour was Adams', potters' clay.
Be at ease now, and don't feel,
That God would belittle any one of you, God is always' true.

Creation 1.

Death will come to you,
You say, as you see the forbidden way,
This is not the almighty day.

One judge, One day,
Then it will be the almighty day.
No running will you do,
When your one book,
Is given to you.

Then what ?.

Fire and flames',
No skirt and frock,
No lad on lad,
No frill will you seek.

Do you wish for your above future,
To be so bleak,
Your decision.
Your own crime,
I will not pay that ransom,
I say, on this day.

In this life, I would rather, death,
Then follow a way that will lead to the almighty judgment of the day.
The judgement being,
You ask, will there be forgiving.

If you turn from your wrong ways',
Upon a path that will forsake your past.
God will take your heart,
To the heaven above,
Into the sky,
Away from the earth,
Into the land of the forgotten,
Where Adam and Eve,
Once stood.

Innocent from the sin,
Of the one abandoned jinn.
You ask me, what is jinn please ?,
I do not know.

You may think that he was once called an Angel,
Angels' never committed a crime,
Made from light, they never did fight,
The might of God's command,
They stood firm to his almighty hand,
Unlike the jinn.
Who was created before you,
In heaven above,
Abandoned, an orphan created from smoke unseen,
Unseen.
Also known to man as the ghost, the ghost, the ghost, unseen.
He is him.
The jinn.

He told our one father Adam, who was created by God's hand,
He told our one mother Eve, who was created by God's hand,
To fall into a forbidden sin,
Jealousy betook him.

He was the closet jinn to God,
An orphan, from the Shepard's' flock, from the creation of the jinn,
Then he did see,
After two thousand years' of freedom in paradise,
The creation of the earth and life,
Adam stood still before him,
Made from clay,
That day.

What clay ?, you do ask,
The best clay,
A brown potters' clay,
Standing there for forty years'.
The jinn, did watch from afar,
Passing by Adam's shell,
Before the jinn decided to choose hell.

He tapped him on the head,
Day after day,
Trying to look the other way,
Before God came,
And took his air,
Breathing it into Adam.
All the time, the jinn,
The jinn,
Watching.

God's air, reaching the upper part of Adam's heart,
Before it had time to reach his legs'
Adam fled.
Fled to what?, You do say,
What ?, have you forgot,
The beauty of paradise display,
The trees' that resided in the grace of God's beautiful creation,
Paradise display,
More beautiful then the clearest ocean,
Adam ran, to the sweet fruit,
Unlike the taste we eat today,
For this is not paradise way.

The fruit in paradise is what,
The best of the best,
Unlike the devil's delight,
Chocolate cake, we love, hate.

Anyway, getting back to the main thing,
Adam's vision restricted him,
Before the blessed air of God,
Reached his leg's he did flee,
Making him a very fast bumble bee.
Metaphorically.

That's why God did say,
Adam has been made with haste,
Impatience overtook that day.

More will come,
But you will have to wait,
Patience is what ?,
Is very hard to do,
So, do you now see ?,
The verse,
Of God's hand,
Do you now, understand ?.

Birth

Where was I raised, you say,
Than you have the cheek to make me answer for my sin,
Was I raised amongst a people with religion,
I think not,
So, then you must have forgot.

That you yourself did not pass,
The forbidden mark,
Or reside in a land,
That you yourself, did ban.

Food

Oh, look who is fat,
You say, as you eat,
Throughout the day.

Who is pointing the finger,
Did you reside in the town of the desert people,
Eating their food,
And becoming thin,
Answer me, if you do not sin.

Apple

What is this I hear,
That you say,
A smell is being displayed,
Well I have one thing to say.

Experience is the key to sort out the trouble,
Without it, we would be lost in double.

With knowledge, comes' the strife,
Of a well balanced life .

Look at the stories' gone past before,
There was trouble and strife,
Battering wife,
Incest in the Arabian homes',
Not one nation was a perfect race,
From the day that Adam was raised.

We faced the incitement of the devil,
Accursed from the very start,
From the first sin.

The first sin,
Look at it,
Was it not a small sin,
Not like that, that we now find ourselves' in.

If the eating of the apple,
Caused the first man and wife,
To fall,
Then imagine the rest of the doom that,
Could face us all.

The home

What on earth is going on in the world,
All of this is wrong.

Before I was eleven,
looking after a little child from heaven,
In a home with a mum who was drunk,
Letting strange men in,
Thumping around.

Cold and unwarming,
Chilling to the bone,
No food in the dish,
No bread on the table.

Vodka was for breakfast time,
This was indeed, the crime ?.

Sickness did reside in the home,
Too small to use the phone.
Attack for a big mouth,
A knife in my back.

Oh dear drunk mum,
Go to the doctors' your son,
Is not well,
Then you felt hell.

Took

I let my child out to play,
Thinking I was doing my parents' ways'.

Then one day, before I did look,
You came by and took.

My child from my home,
Where I had made a comfortable zone.

The years' I invested, the pain I did feel,
When it was me who did get up in the night,
To see if my sweet child was alright.

Then you came and took,
The only thing I had left of the sweet book,
You snatched it away,
Leaving me dead that day.

Since that day, I have searched,
Looking for my sweet child, from the book,
The one you took.

I searched high and low,
Thinking one day you would show me where to look,
My beautiful baby,
You left me crazy.

Then one day, when I least expected it,
A knock on the door, came my way,
You came back to give me my prize,
Leaving me feeling surprised.

So, even though you took my sweet baby,
The fact that you came back,
To bring what you took,
I will never forget,
That you lived with the guilt and then decided that you would return,
The life you couldn't yourself have,
I will be happy to share in the delight,
That you came back to the light.