Once humanity coveted the forbidden fruit, they rescinded to paradise lost. 

Thus came forth first of reason’s transcendence. 

Yet, each breakthrough, man casts aside a part of their shell. 

Far from the moon’s design, and into something new. 

God was no exception. 

It, too, fell from their graces. 

Thus, he weeps when moon lit starry nights, 

For what has his creation but wrought upon themselves...? 

Beware, 

It must be said once, 

The Child of Stars knew only to reap but they never return.