An iambic octameter poem of alternate end-rhymes

In ancient days, when Eden bloomed,
And life was cleanly pure and fair,
The serpent sly, with tongue perfumed,
Deceived with subtle lure and snare.

For God had warned of ‘fruit’ to shun,
A tree desired of knowledge dire,
But Satan's words, like honey spun,
Lit Adam's lustful mortal fire.

So took disobedience its hold,
And quickly sin came rushing in,
As man, with pride and greed untold,
Embraced so vile a forbidden sin.

So let us now from Adam's fate,
Give heed to our creator's voice,
Lest we, like him, succumb to hate,
And make the gravest wrong our choice.

As worldly lusts engender pride,
And man's angsty desires aspire,
We preach our own gospel, aside
From our Christ's divine inspire.

For ‘truthless’ gains we exploit the flock,
Whom we should feed with loving care,
As Ezekiel's words, like a shock,
Remind us to indeed beware.

Let us turn from this path of shame,
And seek the gospel's righteous way,
For in obedience lies the fame
That shines with all heavenly ray.