In the beginning
so the story goes,
was a great sin
so burden arose.
Wise are we now,
we clothe ourselves.
Aware are we,
now here we do dwell.
Allowed to us
were minds to discover
where the err slumbers;
how to wake each other.
So the story goes,
inward we crave more.
Fine tuned luxury
the things we do adore.
The more we know
the more we yearn.
Our desires they do
consume us and burn.
Condemned are we
right from the start.
Freed are we when
from earth we depart.
The world is pain.
Always bitterly real.
So we must reach
other hands to feel.
Whether the story is
a work of just fiction,
we should strive to
relieve our affliction.
Knowledge does dwell
of how we keep us well.
We keep a record so we
could catch ourselves.
The fall was fresh we
fall every single day.
Thank God or mankind,
not alone are we either way.
