a new baby cries in the night
being scolded without point
sad about might makes right
his forehead we will all anoint

upon waking the clouds cleared
and the bright sun shone down
all the terror we had feared
only friends left in this town

a dark future we never wanted
the great holy test back again
the apple’s serpent spoke, taunted
how stupid we would be, lost men

fulfill this prophesy, lose on purpose
left all alone in the cold dark abyss
lonely and tired, beneath the surface
or be right, and shine a great light

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