The fruits of this tree breed knowledge
A power A gift A blessing and a curse.
The first to drive deep into it core
Was infected yet cured.
Filled with opinions and emotions
Set in motion to build and destroy
Construct and destruct
The fibres that struck with ethics and such
Shame, doubt, fear, courage, sin and deceit
Derived from inside lies and tries
One bite away from wisdom
And a swallow to pride.
To hide is foolish
From all-seeing eyes.
The fruits of this tree,
A Punishment or Prize?