Tough

I was blind, my wife naïve;

                                                                       Eve

we didn’t know what would befall.

                                                                       Fall

The serpent's lie? I don’t recall;

                                                                       Call

I can’t be sure who to believe.

                                                                       Leave

We pluck, though is it we who sow

                                                                      So?

the fruit that lays along the bough?

                                                                      Bow

Must retribution follow? How?

                                                                     Now

Forgive us what we dare to know.     
                                                                     No