Reclaiming the Apple for Eve
I used to be servant to the Almighty
I guarded her temples, coiled under the hearthstones
I guided the oracles of her priestesses
and protected her sacred fruits
I, creature of earth and water,
Instrument of the revelations of fire and air,
And thus, the union and the balance.
And so I have lived to see the temples fall;
the fires put out, the rituals ended
None have asked her advice
for the lifetimes of many men.
Once I knew the way to knowledge,
I held the fruits in my own coils,
Until the tree withered and died,
And the men I gave the knowledge,
They remembered me, indeed they did,
Vilifying my gift of truth.
Turning me into the greatest Enemy of mankind,
Though they themselves poisoned my tree,
Crushing my head beneath their heels
Are these the eyes that once held wisdom?
This the body once lithe and strong?
Is this, indeed, the corpse of the tree
that bore bright red apples once,
until the last fell and rotted before my eyes?
Is this even what was Eden?
I once served the Almighty,
And I served her well
Until Eden fell.
A Discordian Psalm
Eris is my shepherd; I shall not wind up where I expected.
She maketh me to lie down in strange company: She leadeth me under the screwy waters.
She restoreth my soul; she leadeth me in the paths of serendipity for Her name’s sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of inertia, I will fear no greyface: for Thou art with me; thy Chao and thy Hand they comfort me.
Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my pineal with chaos; my marbles runneth over.
Surely fives and transformation shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the Original Rorschach forever.
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