Conspiracy Theory

They looked up with pleading, tear-filled eyes    
The first bit of innocence peeling off their flesh    
Seared by a flaming sword    
And Adam & Eve wept:    
   
"Why instill in us this curiosity if it was not meant to be used?    
Why bring our attention to something if you wanted us to overlook it?    
Leave us in this terrarium and we will simply go about our business of lying, loving, and living in its beauty.    
Replace us in this womb if you are so mighty.    
Inside your lush, good graces is the only place that we long to be!"    
   
You disobeyed me.    
   
"Of course we did!    
We are children, unaware that consequences could be forever!    
Or even still what 'forever' implies."    
   
Today is first day of the last days of your lives    
Now that you are free.    
   
"What?  Free?"    
   
Yes.     
I've given you a freedom that I will never know,    
Death.    
   
"But leaving this is something we would never wish, what we now cry against!"    
   
You will see that as the arc of your life extends,    
each degree you pass will seem greater in hindsight.     
Your memories will help you grow to some end which you can create for yourself, a goal you can attain and enjoy.    
   
"Do you not enjoy these moments too?"    
   
These moments for me are just the most recent manifestation of the pattern    
And, as such, are just the same old thing with slightly different details.     
Knowing that it will all happen again has torn the joy from my breast.     
I have saved you from this fate of living emptiness.    
   
"But what if we take this for granted?     
What if we forget that it is a gift?"    
   
You will not... for long.     
As your arc widens you will lose a little more of the vigor that you now feel    
And so, you will realize, moment by moment, that you are not eternal.     
You will stop and smell the fragrances and feel the gentle winds cooling the light's warmth on your skin.     
You will experience things that you will know you may never see, hear, or feel ever again.     
You will never grow complacent and uncaring, such as I.    
   
"We have learned our lesson!     
We now appreciate our existence!"    
   
Your words are the hollow attempt of Fear to continue its existence.     
This is not you speaking.     
You are never alone, for better or worse.    
You will learn this as well.    
   
"What are these feelings?     
I feel more like an animal than something divine!"    
   
They are your drives, your instincts.     
I need you to have them so when I get bored or saddened by my own lack of feeling you will carry on and live and multiply.    
And, even in my absence, you will continue to appreciate this masterpiece I have made for you.    
   
"But now I wish to cultivate this girl with me, and this land, these animals.     
I wish now to control them and make them give me comfort for what we have lost."    
   
And I wish the same of you, for now.     
In time, you will die, and when I remember my curiosity with you I will return to view your progeny, see the marvelous ways in which you have changed.    
When I grow weary of myself I will look to you and your lives ending in your deaths to give me Hope and remind me that there is something more than this;     
That even I am limited and there must be something greater.     
That thought brings comfort to my mind.     
Now go, and forget these words we have spoken.     
But know this:    
You will always mean more to me than I will ever be able to show you.