Whether Eve ate it or Adam plucked it
Is unknown and will forever be
Thoughtful or not, they savoured the juice
Of what before, they’d never seen
The urge unavoidable or not
Still exploring their own being
Were they apprehensive or just couldn’t stop
Were they attracted or too hungry
Or were curious to know its making
Had conscience even started birthing
I question myself, was the fruit ever forbidden
Or all this was meant to be?
Is all this mere fiction, that
You and I, cooked for need?
Why is it called the Forbidden Fruit
When nobody’s seen the actual root?
I’ve come to realize, for few, these are true stories
For others, a lie full of glory
Some say, man couldn’t control desires
Others claim, the fruit grew for buyers
But the question isn’t about true and false
It’s about what makes sense to us
I let you stay how it pleases you
But let me enjoy my own brew!
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