Eve

My son,
Beware of Eve.
Yeah, even the strange daughters of Eve.

For from time immemorial,
She began her gluttonous expedition
In the presence of the Creator in Eden.

The enemy found in her the conduit
To satisfy his diabolic pursuit
Which exiled man from divine proximity.

She swallowed his plot in naivety
And translated man from immortality
To wretched morbidity.

Yet her thirst remains unquenched.
By her, kings became slaves
And men of valor became cowards.

My son,
Beware of Eve.
Yeah, even the strange daughters of Eve.