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An apple in the Garden

Knowledge is a curse.

Given to us through deceit.

 

Or is it a gift?

 

Were we meant to be simple beings?

 

Did it's discovery corrupt our ancestors?

 

Were we always full of intrigue?

 

Evolving.

Inventing.

Educating.

 

If we had kept living in the dark,

would one of our gifted, or cursed, try to lead us out?

 

Did God give us the ability to reason,

or did we strip it from His flesh?

 

Now with the limitless power to think,

will we destroy each other attempting to surpass ourselves?

Or will we prove ourselves worthy of the potent genius we somehow came to posses?

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christopher-hayes
American
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Jul 14, 2011
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