How interesting that I live in a species that, in it's oldest, most ancient mythology and literature, has separated and pejorated the woman that refuses to submit. Lilith is the oldest demon because she was made of dust, like Adam, instead of made of Adam. Argument to antiquity doesn't cut it. Things are old, but they aren't right. Ask Lilith. We've always been diseased.
Hey man
Evening on the ground
And there is no one else around
So you will
Blame me
Blame me for the rocks and baby bones
And broken lock on our
Garden
Garden wall of Eden
Full of spiderbites and all your lovers
We were
We were born to fuck each other
One way or another
But I'll only lie
Down by the waterside at night
Hey man
Tiny baby tears
I will collect a million years
And you can
Blame me
Blame me, I will wear it
In the empty hollow part of my
Garden
Garden wall of Eden in the clamour
As they raise the curtain
You will
You will never make me
Learn to lay beneath the mountain
Because I'll only lie
Down by the waterside at night
"Lilith's Song," Iron & Wine
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