Lilith
My love life truly is humanities' first dumpster fire
Not a wife to the chosen man; just dust from the same pan
Never the true love of heavens disgraceful clipped sparrow
A myth to those who think they've felt sufferage conspire
The other women from times beginning; imagine if you can
If someone; anyone, would have split that apple with an arrow
Immortal our paring, eternal love designed to bloom but never tire
But blind faith stepped in; to act out our benevolent sovereigns plan
My immortality was sacrificed for so-called perfection based on one man's marrow
By refusing to submit, his wrath named me "Lilith" to damnations' highest level for a woman, I would...... aspire
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