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One man, One Choice

There once was a man of dirt and clay
Destined to dwell and remain that way
Trampled under-foot of insect and beast
As they traveled south, north, west, and east
He had no shape or form at all
Until a gentle wind began to call
Arise and rule all you see
Answer to none except for me
He heard the voice, and saw the face
Excepted his role and took his place
Call and name everything you see
Whatever you speak is what it shall be
Take ownership to the title deed
Tend and partake for your every need
All is yours except one tree
That one is reserved for only me
What once was his grave was now his home
And just so he would not be alone
He was given a gift to keep by his side
But a gift that lead him into pride
You could have much more than this
Swayed by a hug or maybe a kiss
Maybe what you thought you heard
Wasn't really word for word
We will be as Gods you and I
Take of the tree, give it a try
Now faced with a choice; what to do
Voice number one or voice number two
One the Creator, one the created
The one was made, the other made it
Be grateful and content on one hand
Or rise to become more than mere man
One way a truth, the other way a lie
One way to live, the other to die
As you choose what to do
Your choice affects those after you

J. Moore
4/24/2018

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One man, One Choice