Lilith a poetic screenplay

The garden is beautifully weird and boring. You're here, and your voice displays your egoism. You walk here so proudly, as if you own it.

Numerous flowers reek of youth and pureness. I am one of these flowers but you don't even notice me.
Day after day, night after night you tame some animals, you kill the others.
They're too gullible to escape your arrows.
Flowers talk to me. I am part of the nature. I read their messages, and I also read the stars.

I follow your every step.
You're a man, and you're the centre of a new-born world.
I am the darkness within you and outside you. Your rejected thoughts, your fear, your weakness, your desire, your wrath, your passion.

I am the art of astrology. I am the key to healing herbs.
I am a woman of knowledge.

When you fall asleep in our Paradise, I inspire you to dream.

I weave my cobweb in your heart. I impersonate the undeclared war.
I am the transparency of the instinct.

I am the fear behind discoveries.

I am flirt.
I am a gambling addiction.
You think you're a saint and king of Paradise, but I am the storm that smashes the coconut trees, I am a haze in the morning, I am the light of falling stars.

Don't fear me - my spirits, my shadows, my demons.
Every thought of mine gives birth to elementary evil.
However, even when I lie to you, I am sincere.

You find Eve in the garden.
I will keep misleading the human race.