The Hidden Fruit: Poetry

For a time, she'd been corrupted
by the Knowledge that life
was all about little deaths

Just a play of sacrifice within a world
struggling to retain its beauty
the second before it perishes

Such havoc she'd wrecked on herself
pondering the great division
of the third dimension:

How could this world
embody the Light alongside
such pervasive Darkness?

After much hardship, she discovered
the hidden Tree in the Garden
and the Sacred Spiral path

It's fruit surpassed Good and Evil,
revealing the Sanctified Lands
beyond the Veil

So this time in the Garden,
she ate nothing
but the Truth.

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