O’ Lilith!

Was it really you?

The mother, the equal?

Upon the flowers of Eden,

the first drops of dew?

 

You, the first man’s first mate;

created out of earth;

just like him, his destiny, his fate

And you who reasoned;

and who protested the submission;

and the shrewdness so seasoned

 

But then why do you stand by the devil?

And why are you a demon?

The corruptness on a level?

Is this because you had a rotten soul?

Or is it because you are the logic,

which defies all faith and Adam’ role?

Is this because you disobeyed God?

Or is it because you understood Him;

and the man’s original fraud?

 

O’ Lilith!

I think it is really you;

the mother and the equal,

and the only chance we knew

You did not birth us perhaps,

but you did birth reason; and

you did birth justice,

both victims of our lapse

We do not carry your genes perhaps;

but we do carry your wisdom;

and we do carry your reason,

both dark and empty gaps

 

O’ Lilith!

Was it really you?

The mother, the equal?

Upon the flowers of Eden,

the first drops of dew?