God said partake only of the tree of life
For the other brings only death and strife
But how can knowledge be called as sin
I say bring death and strife let them in
For death is a worthy price for free will
I rather starve and know it then eat my fill
I refuse to follow blindly in your Lord
I would rather fall upon a rusted sword
How can one see the light in such a way
How does one like you look forward to day
Believing your soul is not in your hands
And as swiftly as you were made you are sand