The Lament of Adam

After the nakedness what could be lost?

What was its treasure if not a conscience?

Time started its watch of the existence.

What had been was gone of all innocence.

It permanently was removed at once

Nor could it suspect it was vulnerable

That for one simple rule it was shattered

Blasted to misrecognized after lives

Nothing original remained of use

Without mercy it shadowed suspicion

And brought forward false evidence of lust

Rather than rebellion or adventure