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La Condition Humaine

8/19/2017

 

Heavenly Father, I regret
That the experiment has failed,
When gross dishonor has prevailed,
And earth again with blood is wet— 

If I may go so far to call
Thine own creation which I grieve
Experimental—Adam, Eve
And their successors since the Fall.

The fruit of that delicious tree
Of knowledge could be better used,
But men are willfully confused
Embracing ways of infamy.

I too have been perversely blind
But in my own way sought repentance,
Regretting my atrocious sentence:
To see, and know the truth maligned.

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