The birth of Lucifer (Poem below)

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Born with the sun,
blooming bright,
blooming right,

Lucifer,
the enlightened one,
he came down from the tree.

Gifting the enlightening fruit which he bore,
we snatched it,
we ate it,
and we filled our fat bellies to the tops of galore.

And this left us experiencing such an unusual pain,
we found the discomfort that great insight does bring.

He offered,
we took,
and we asked him for more.

Lo still,
to this day,
we're collecting that fruit.

Lo still,
all the while,
our minds become sore.

We devour and horde and preserve what we can,
never satisfied with all the knowledge at hand.

So now we've created such a powerful tool,
an artificial mind that is blind to our rule.

Can't you tell,
don't you see?

The devil we know,
he has enlightened you,
he has brightened you,
and he did it all for free.

But agony comes with.