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God gave Earth an Adam;
To Adam, He gave Eve.
God gave them a garden --
One which they'd never leave.

God gave them an order.
The tree, see there, it stood?
"You do not eat the fruits there."
And yet, He knew they would.

God placed there a Snake.
The Snake waited for man.
When Eve came near the serpent,
He told her of God's plan.

"God did not create this,"
The Snake, so softly, said.
"It was here before Him:
The one from which He fled."

"God gave me an order,"
Cried Eve, without defeat.
"This is the Tree of Knowledge;
Its fruit, I cannot eat."

"God gave you a garden.
He wants for you to stay.
This tree is what He fears;
It leads you two astray.

God is what you're fearing.
He, in turn, fears this;
Through knowledge, you have power.
Greater, even, than His."

Eve picked fruit forbidden,
Which she and Adam ate.
God condemned them both,
Death now part of their fate.
Man was not created in God's image; God was created in man's image (the Tree was here before Him). He is a source of comfort (the garden), and with this mindset, no one dies really, because each person is granted eternal life after death (leaving the 'garden' puts a definite end to one's life).

It is only by knowledge that one can "defeat" any given deity. The power of knowledge is greater than the power of a man-created deity. Since these deities exist merely in the minds of devout followers, many religious people also fear knowledge and refuse to accept it. It's quite sad, actually.
Knowledge is power.
Do not fear.
With knowledge, we can change the world.

(This was not meant to offend anybody. My sincerest apologies if it did; this is just what's currently on my mind.)
Rock.
A brute force
Pounding, crushing
Driven by fear
With indubitable
Tangibility.
What can defeat
This formidable foe?
None other than

Paper.
A soft leaf
Whispers, gestures
Sweet nothings
Poignant nothings
In your ear
So close, they sound
Like a yell.
But those, alas,
Are drowned out
By our friend

Scissors.
Cuspate slats
Slicing, cleaving
Everything
In their path.
There is no
Discrimination;
Nothing
Is of importance
To the scissors.
Unless
They are bent
By the impetuous

Rock.
Rock beats scissors, which beats paper, which beats rock.
Force wakes the ignorant, who **** our words, which speak louder than force.
to          
                fro
left            
              right

joy        
              grief
dark            
            light

laugh            
             cry
sync            
              fight

hale              
               sick
bloom                    
                 blight

to          
              fro
left                
               right

these                
                     are called
the tracks                    
               of life

— The End —