It’s Easter Sunday.
Jesus supposedly died for our sins.
Sometimes I think of Adam,
and how the Bible said he clothed himself
because he was embarrassed of sin.
I wonder how Adam would have felt
if god would have kept him unclothed,
and Adam rose,
and there was a shit stain upon the rock from where he sat;
or how he may have felt when Eve saw him
drop a piss spot on his foot.
How would Adam have felt if his sons sat around
the home with bigger balls and penises than himself?
Do you think a stir may have taken place
if Adam would’ve grown wood in front of one of his son’s wives?
Save me the embarrassment;
I’ll take sin’s cloak any day.
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