Good And Evil - Poem by Patti Masterman
In the garden, I ate the apple,
Most choice apple you ever saw;
My eyes were opened; good and evil-
The apple gave to me all law
To use as I myself saw fit;
My mind, how like a god it grew,
Overnight, my cares enlarged,
I looked on all with eyes made new.
I wasn't given good and evil-
Law; so that free will I'd lose:
My mind is cut from finer cloth,
So that my own self path, I choose.
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