I cannot guess why I was made,
Suppose he needed a foil.
But now I've really made a mistake.
The entire plan is spoiled.
I cannot show my face again,
The little pride I had.
He's burrowed under my shallow skin,
I've made a sane man mad.

The night comes up to haunt his head,
I really can't complain.
For, it haunts me, but I am dead.
It's just a world of gain.
And if I do not steal his soul,
Demolish and destroy . . .
You'll never live much life at all.
And all from one so coy.

So, now that I've instructed them,
They're surely to prevail.
A punishment was meant, of course
But truly, no one fails.
Freedom!, Adam
Freedom!, Eve
Now set your boats to sail!
In time you'll understand my plan,
And time will surely tell!