I read reports, I see what’s there;
the human race just doesn’t care.
I know we’re fucked; impending doom
is written clear in so much gloom,
so to battle on against the foe
is the only place that’s left to go.
The Spirit of this earth will live
and to some new species she will give
some knowledge of the mess we made.
We touched the fruit that she forbade;
The Tree of Knowledge filled with pain,
that knowledge drove us all insane.
The knowledge held within that tree
was there because it should not be free.
It was the knowledge of powers lust;
a thing that we could never trust
but when we held tight to power’s rein
we worshipped then the searing pain
that gave to us the urge to rule;
and made us act a bloody fool.
We ravaged then across the earth
and plundered all we saw of worth
but in our lust we never knew
Tree of Life there also grew;
a tree that cured all the greed,
a tree on which pure Spirit’s feed.
The Tree of Life is waiting there
with fruit that it will always bear.
A little knowledge so they say
can lead a person far astray;
though Knowledge may be simply ‘knowing’
’tis Life itself that’s the act of growing.
Hello cruel world, I’m here to join this circus.
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