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In the beginning God created man perfect in his way
Paradise they dwelt in every night and every day
God uttered the words 'be fruitful and become many'
Indeed fill the earth like blue covers the very sky
Subdue the ground And live prosperously

From every tree you may eat, yes eat to satisfaction
But from the tree in the middle of the garden you must abstain
Because the day you do eat from it you will perish

Perish like a twig on a blazing forest inferno
Blessed were the pair yes Adam he was and Eve was she

A slithering serpent crawls about in a banquet of serenity
The serpent says 'Is it really so you can not eat from this tree'
The perfect women replies 'from every tree we may eat, yes to satisfaction'
But as for the tree in the middle we must not eat
For the day we do eat from that tree we will, yes WILL cease to exist

Like a magician with his trickery The serpent indeed 'misleads'
You will absolutely not perish, no you will not die
For God know in the day you consume it your eyes will be opened
Yes opened as wide as the horizon stretches across the sky
You will be like God himself knowing what is good and what is bad

So like a plane in turbulent winds and a boat in a stormy sea
They are blown away by a wave of deception, yes a wind of deceit
The woman gazes in wonder at the fruit she beholds
She looks, yes looks intently, ever so longingly
The fruit itself is a vast universe of colorful auras so mysterious yet so delightful

The past the present and the future are watching with greedy eyes
Perfections hand itself tightly grips the fruit with a vice of calamity
Her mouth opens wide, and her very desire opens even wider, wider
Like an active volcano spewing out seas of lava, her very desire opens
As the fruit enters her mouth silence engulfs the heavens with arms of endlessness

One bite, yes one single bite, and time itself shifts into reverse
Perfection and paradise die like a small fire in a bitterly cold ocean
Gone, yes GONE
Out of the garden they were oust, oust into a desert of cursed ground
The tree of life itself dwells behind a door of spinning blades
Spinning like a small top in a mighty hurricane

With birth pains her sons will be born to her, and tribulation will rein as a ruthless king
From the dust they were created and to the grains of dust they will return
One bite is all it took, yes one bite much suffering did us bring
We live life like a small insect in a an arena of starving predators
Vicious war, Brutal persecution, Love is governed by much hate
I travel back to the beginning and i ask with a voice as dead as a broken stone
Was it worth it, one bite.... I look at what is around me with tears of helplessness
and i say to myself...One bite is all it took!

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