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Fruit of The God’s.
How our golden souls,
Loose their shine,
How eyes black as coal,
Desecrate their Shrine.
So...
Shiting where you eat,
Is no great feat,
Dinning on the teat,
Of imperfect meat.
And now...
We think knowledge,
Is the fruit of the Gods,
It’s just human college,
Falsehoods facade.
Because...
Humanity’s great paradox,
From divine to devil,
Is a pandora’s box,
Of oppositional revel.
Loose their shine,
How eyes black as coal,
Desecrate their Shrine.
So...
Shiting where you eat,
Is no great feat,
Dinning on the teat,
Of imperfect meat.
And now...
We think knowledge,
Is the fruit of the Gods,
It’s just human college,
Falsehoods facade.
Because...
Humanity’s great paradox,
From divine to devil,
Is a pandora’s box,
Of oppositional revel.
Published 14th Nov 2017
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