Hated for not bringing the meat, so to speak
His offerings weren’t sanctioned by blood
A farmer of violence and war in the world
A precursor to the ‘flood’.
He has everything hidden deep within
But his actions spoke out loud
His sin was his envious ego
He was far too jealous, and proud.
He is marked for all time, they say
To remind those of us, who can see
The coiled still lies latent in men
Regardless how far from the tree.
But before we cast this Cain into Hell
There is something more in this story, to rock
For this is the man, it would seem
That sired a boy named, Enoch!
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