Do Not Read This

so we were told
of the apple and the snake
those things we cannot have
are the things we always take

we do not follow rules
we do not resist the urge
we take too much, too often
the rest we simply purge

everything condemning us
drawing our innocent souls back
is burned, broken, and bloodied
the ropes on our wrists gone slack

the prize is dangled
just outside of our bounds
but temptation rules our minds
and we will take what we have found

your rules, they'll break
our own hands will be tainted
the blood of the prize spreads thick
the creases of our fingertips, painted