they say the mistakes of the past
will return to haunt us.

they say that some day we'll all pay
for biting that forbidden fruit.

they say a lot of things.

you can chain a man down in a stone prison,
but his thoughts won't be bound.

you can strap his head to a board
and shoot lethal injections into his neck.

that won't erase what he's done.

the seed was planted
on the first day man began to sin

and will float on the breeze
to fertilize the imagination of another

the genie is out of the bottle.

The End

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