Truth
I thought of the women
I have known...being me
I had wronged them all;
my nature, the first fall --
the apple merely a rue.
Even then, of evil, there
was nothing new. Evil
did, what evil do. Satan,
the Devil, I could have
said no. The Devil does
what the Devil do. Further
back something I innately
knew. Wrong needs only
the absence of right. Day
needs only the absence of
night. Man needs only to
manifest love – will negate
all of the contrasts above.
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