Of times where sticks and stones were no instruments of the fowler.
When they were merely offerings shown to bring pain upon another.
When I bend backwards in bitter reprieve,
it is the truth of living that I achieve.
Where bitter rivals return for white hot revenge on behind days.
For when they turn to me in strange lands where I meet their gaze.
Will you, my friends, family, and allies be there by my side?
For strict rules and laws which we should all abide?
When serenity is lost and all things nutritious to the mind break free.
Who will be there to comfort me?
By what mandate does the serpent roam in search of thee?
Tell me Adam, and tell me now... will you eat the fruit from that forbidden tree?
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