“There it is. The apple tree. I’m dragged to despair again.”
Ever since the day she had fallen into the trap of Satan, the serpents nestled in her head; she was numb with regret. “Doesn’t it look beautiful?” was the way it began. It seemed so innocent. Now she couldn’t escape the temptations and bitterness that plagued her spirit, changing her personality, leaving her revengeful and unfulfilled. She didn’t come to Adam acting this way. She was sweet; she was happy; she was desirable.
Each little serpent has an appeal.
“Doesn’t it look tasty?” But fig cookies were ruining her figure.
“Adam, why haven’t you pulled the weeds yet?” she nagged.
“You boys need a sound thrashing,” she threatened.
“I don’t want another peach,” she whined.
“God must have died. I never see him anymore,” she complained.
“Wish I had a hand-maiden to sweep up these leaves,” she murmured.
“If there were another man….” she longed.
Longing, murmuring, complaining, whining, nagging, threatening. She didn’t use to be this way. In the beginning they were so happy. God, Adam, and Eve.
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