Where did sin come from? How do we truly define good and bad if society is a man-made construct?
We are all floundering flowers In God's garden of life Some are nightshade or hemlock While others are prickly roses Wrought only to toil in strife In the pursuit of our ambition We scatter poisonous pollen to the wind Did Eve really eat the apple? Or did man plant the seeds of sin
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