They wished to gain
Every thing
When they had all
That they would need
But have we ever been
Content
With what we need
Instead we betrayed
Ourselves
The provenance
For our promise
In so doing
Throwing away
Perfection
We denied paradise
For the wicked desire
To know
From our first breath
Wisdom comes with pain
The gates closed
Forever
Guarded and secured
To prevent our entry
How are we simple creatures
To ever be
Returned to that state
Where we are new
Born without
The knowledge of the flesh?
