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“Thou art forbidden,” He said, pointing to The ominous, looming giant of a Tree So frightening, yet we feel hints of intrigue. But no, no we are prohibited, Fenced in by paradise, Fenced out by fear. So, in our young life, We averted our eyes. We hurried past the Tree, Anxious to please, Walking briskly to the Trees of Faith, Belief, and Fate, Brittle and weak of trunk, but of pleasant leaves That produces such a pleasant shade From the glaring heat of the high sun You and I gestured and gesticulated, Attempting to justify which tree of the three We should use as a home. We grunted and groaned, shrieked and moaned our dispute And, I, in a primal huff, stomped away Eyes blinded by frustration. I was wholly incapable Of reason, of sight, of sound. In a whirling state, I stumbled. On a root of the magnificent Forbidden Tree. I gasped. There. The source of rebellion against Everything He taught me. Jaw set firm, fists clenched, I marched up to the nearest offering Defying condition, against instinct, I lifted my hands. I reached for the Forewarned Curse. I bit into sin. Its juice burst onto my tongue I desperately and eagerly ****** the newly revealed flesh and Realized bliss, Passion, tragedy, and fury, Oasis out of chaos. How could I have thought that this was paradise? What vice ignorance holds! What horror forbiddance harbors! Oh, oh, I can Feel My hands, I can Feel, Think, and See. I can finally Be! What exuberant joy! I must share, share these astounding epiphanies! The branch that saved me still bounces and shakes, Deceivingly resembling a sort of snake. Oh, my love, my universe, I will save you, I will uproot you from stagnation. For I am now The Venue of Truth.
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Feb 13, 2010
Feb 13, 2010 at 8:52 PM UTC
Salvation
“Thou art forbidden,” He said, pointing to The ominous, looming giant of a Tree So frightening, yet we feel hints of intrigue. But no, no we are prohibited, Fenced in by paradise, Fenced out by fear. So, in our young life, We averted our eyes. We hurried past the Tree, Anxious to please, Walking briskly to the Trees of Faith, Belief, and Fate, Brittle and weak of trunk, but of pleasant leaves That produces such a pleasant shade From the glaring heat of the high sun You and I gestured and gesticulated, Attempting to justify which tree of the three We should use as a home. We grunted and groaned, shrieked and moaned our dispute And, I, in a primal huff, stomped away Eyes blinded by frustration. I was wholly incapable Of reason, of sight, of sound. In a whirling state, I stumbled. On a root of the magnificent Forbidden Tree. I gasped. There. The source of rebellion against Everything He taught me. Jaw set firm, fists clenched, I marched up to the nearest offering Defying condition, against instinct, I lifted my hands. I reached for the Forewarned Curse. I bit into sin. Its juice burst onto my tongue I desperately and eagerly ****** the newly revealed flesh and Realized bliss, Passion, tragedy, and fury, Oasis out of chaos. How could I have thought that this was paradise? What vice ignorance holds! What horror forbiddance harbors! Oh, oh, I can Feel My hands, I can Feel, Think, and See. I can finally Be! What exuberant joy! I must share, share these astounding epiphanies! The branch that saved me still bounces and shakes, Deceivingly resembling a sort of snake. Oh, my love, my universe, I will save you, I will uproot you from stagnation. For I am now The Venue of Truth.
5/06/09
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sarah-jystad
American
Feb 13, 2010
Feb 13, 2010 at 8:52 PM UTC
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