I have seen her
Walking through a garden
It was named after her
Paradise
She was not alone
Creatures kissed her name
Hell on their lips
Sin
A man stood beside her
Arm draped strong and heavy
From his shadow she tried to climb
Fallen
A seed, a thought
It weighed her heart heavy
A seed, a thought
Dirty
Blame like stone
Fingers pointed and shamed
Two bites to an apple
Unforgiven
Let him who is without sin
Cast the first stone
My sin is your sin
Knowledge—all this we now know