Introspection: The Human Condition

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Introspection: The Human Condition

Born-and-bred

As a daughter of Eve,

My mind was fed

Preconceived notions and beliefs.

Religion was tradition,

The way of the man.

We weren't made to question

But to follow demands.

!And isn't that the crux

Wherein sin was an influx—

Blind, woeful ignorance,

Leading Adam and Eve to their descent?

Because they submitted

Without asking any questions.

They committed

Without understanding to some extent.

For the day you eat of the tree,

You shall surely die.

Perhaps the difference here made

Was asking the question, why?

And maybe, just maybe,

Their eyes would have been open a tad.

Enough to know the severity,

Of rebelling as they had.

For you will be like gods,

Knowing all things.

Never to die,

But to thrive and live.

But knowledge is rendered useless

If not applied with precision.

Without wisdom and discernment,

Knowledge is indoctrination.

The great controversy

Will continue to rage,

As down the prophetic clock ticks

Towards the final stage.

For what we think we know

Is folly to the Divine.

Faith in this case is necessary.

In truth, we are all blind.

Whatever we whole-heartedly believe,

We receive in good faith.

And whatever we perceive,

We can only hope rings true.

In the end, though,

There can only be one truth.

Our broken systems and traditions

Only further convolute the truth.

This waning world

Is not concerned

With sober thinking,

Or anything which burns.

And the truth scorches.

It incinerates all programming,

A resplendent ruby enterprise,

Chaired by bourgeoisie lies.

For what is reality

But that which is made real?

Our minds are controlled