On a dark beach,

the waves roll in,

the water, up to me, tries to reach.

I feel like it has washed away my sin.

I am not christian but maybe,

I hope that one day feel this will my kin.

Near the beach there is a tree,

whose forbidden fruit speaks of much,

Take a bite and you'll see.

Future, present, and past try to pass here, but alas,

passing through here requires innocence; the past is bloody, the future more so; for the present, with bad deeds we are tasked.