If thou did not exist would one have been tempted? Just one bite of whats been forbidden;

It almost seemed tangible, not nearly as impossible.  Throwing caution to the wind and jumping off  Niagra Falls. Letting the jagged rocks beneath the shimmering water break ones fall. Oh dangle the golden apple in front of Him and dare one not to lust over it! Oh shameful regret; though one feels none at what might have and what did transpire that remarkbly disasterous dawn. Age of reason!? One heard none; where were you? Instead one was left to his own devices of destruction.

And once everything was said and done; once the air of wisedom had navigated its way through the passages of newly initiated organs and the consummated innocence of young minds had taken place; there was only one thing left to say: asphalt.

For when one was greeted by the rise of burnin flames He could clearly see the black sticky substance of bitumen and small stones He had paved for oneself.

And certainly! Was this not what He wanted; a taste of life, of immature pleasures...of infallible hope.

Why then is one not rejoicing by daybreak?