Fallen Man—God's theodic instrument,
Beguiled, cursed and exiled by primeval
Determinants—raised to be immanent:
Good fates its telos by willing evil.
Oh actuated paradox! transcends
Causality that veils the astral planes:
Volition to pick and choose means and ends.
Crossed-out Scripture's cross-outed siblings' banes:
Jealous and unfavored rose up and slayed—
Grabbed the heel then rooked the birthright blessing—
Color-coated dreamer waylaid and slaved—
Prodigal son unsung by son pressing.
Naught to naught, ever my brother's keeper—
Whose squared writ runs kept to keep me deeper.
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