april songs:  journey of life 6

april song 06—concupiscent

could the seed of every woman
save the seed of every man,
fate would fashion an in lieu plan
that the cosmos could not span.

for the seed of but one woman
could the serpent’s head make squash,
though the heel of this One True Man
felt a bruise—a mere wish-wash.

antecedent concupiscence
lusts the fountains of the mind,
as does consequent imprudence
leave all innocence behind.

but the vantage of the nations,
clothed with lowly righteousness,
is unmoved by mock oblations,
choked by pride and riotousness.

write the wrongs with ink and parchment;
let the broken find rapprochement.

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by Clyve A. Bowen♫