THE FALL WAS HER RISE

THE FALL WAS HER RISE

(retelling of The Fall from Eve’s perspective, only in this version, Eve’s awareness of injustice catalyses her fury at God, and she gets a little vulgar!) 

I.

I sip on the syrup of the saint 

who bled me dry and I am thirsty

for salvation, Lord, do I cry! 

I am hungry for the apple  

of appraisal he hangs on His tree

that stands too tall for a feeble 

faithful like me; outstretched arms

are the loyal limbs of His fee

I will reach and reach and reach

but never will I be free 

II. 

I love him so! I cry out to the sky

as I rest unrested waiting to die

and wait I must as he ponders my fate

will I be welcomed or spurned

At the white-pearl gate? To be

a good girl is to never think to take 

but I was born with nothing

and nothing there is to make

so is there point in my asking

or shall I submit to the snake

is there not evil already?

If so, I shall not fear its wake

III.

I am a woman, Christ! 

I shall do as I please!

I shall chew the forbidden

I don’t dare wear your leaves!

Send me to perdition 

I shall sing on my way 

Not hymns nor prayers

Your name I dare say!

I will gorge on your goodness

I won’t thank for my feed

I shall sleep around

But not dare get on my knees

I shall pick out my rib

And rest it out on the bank

But right now, God

I’m going for a wank