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Sin
Eve was first to taste my fruit
Adam’s quick to follow suit
The tree of knowledge is my root
I am Born.
When Pandora broke the locks
Against all warnings, opened the box
Let out all things unorthodox
I am Seen.
Pan played my song upon his flute
Crusades were mainly for gathering loot
Whips bore down with no excuse
I am Embraced.
To have joy, there must be sorrow
Night must come to be tomorrow
Where there’s birth, death must follow
I am Understood.
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