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In scorching rage of sun
A tired woman wondered
Through fields of golden rye
She looked around the vastness
In search of saving shade
And in the distance found
A lifeless tree of grey
Lignum scientiae
Forsaken by God
Lignum scientiae
Left here to rot
Lignum scientiae
Lost power but still
Lignum scientiae
Stands here and will
She rushed towards the shelter
And having reached it, sat
In shade of tree that met 'er
With chill that her soul wrapped
The tree was dead and hollow
And wasn't grey, but black
It had a hole and sorrow
In words upon it read:
Lignum scientiae
Forsaken by God
Lignum scientiae
Left here to rot
Lignum scientiae
Lost power but still
Lignum scientiae
Stands here and will
The woman dared to enter
The dark, decaying stem
And Hell it was, she entered
And out never came
Lignum scientiae
Creation of God
Lignum scientiae
Partake you must not
Lignum scientiae
The fruits of the damned
Lignum scientiae
Guarded by Snake!
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