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this is not your fault.
six days spent toiling on your grand masterpiece
and you rested on the seventh day
declaring everything was good

and it was.

man and woman within the garden.
they called it paradise
even if it sometimes strikes those of us
who never saw paradise
as something of a fairy tale.
but you declared everything good

because it was.

shoulders bear the brunt of what followed.
of indiscretions and covert plans made;
innocence bartered for knowledge.
it always seems to have a price
to know something and wish to know more.
if only we had seen this vain pursuit

for what it was.

mental masturbation; the rape of naivete.
did not end then and does not end today
for everything i know comes at a price
at the expense of something lost for something gained
innocence bartered for knowledge;
such as seeing everything

for what it really is.

this is not your fault.
we seem to have these discussions often; you and i.
where i tell you what it is not and
take it back within the very next breath
by asking you why the world acts

the way it does.

i once knew how to trust
somewhere in some fairy tale land that
resembles paradise the more i think of it.
but in growing wise, i have lost my innocence
gaining knowledge; gaining truth
now seeing life and reality; now seeing wisdom

for the farce it is.

when did i barter with the serpent?
and does he issue a refund?

Description
this is not your fault.
six days spent toiling on your grand masterpiece
and you rested on the seventh day
declaring everything was good

and it was.

man and woman within the garden.
they called it paradise
even if it sometimes strikes those of us
who never saw paradise
as something of a fairy tale.
but you declared everything good

because it was.

shoulders bear the brunt of what followed.
of indiscretions and covert plans made;
innocence bartered for knowledge.
it always seems to have a price
to know something and wish to know more.
if only we had seen this vain pursuit

for what it was.

mental masturbation; the rape of naivete.
did not end then and does not end today
for everything i know comes at a price
at the expense of something lost for something gained
innocence bartered for knowledge;
such as seeing everything

for what it really is.

this is not your fault.
we seem to have these discussions often; you and i.
where i tell you what it is not and
take it back within the very next breath
by asking you why the world acts

the way it does.

i once knew how to trust
somewhere in some fairy tale land that
resembles paradise the more i think of it.
but in growing wise, i have lost my innocence
gaining knowledge; gaining truth
now seeing life and reality; now seeing wisdom

for the farce it is.

when did i barter with the serpent?
and does he issue a refund?