They all follow the band, like an archetype.
The know I am the man like an archetype.
Adam and eve ate from the tree
life changed for ever now they can see.
But Zeus wont be fooled by a serpent
Defeating his father, he knew his purpose.
But Cain on one hand was jealous. He should be a felon.
Poor Abel he is dead no more life.
But that wind still blowing like a kite
Still sitting in the garden of Eden thinking about strife.