Devil on one shoulder; Angel on the other.
Careful, don’t mess up; he’s watching you: Big Brother.
Unwritten rules, they’re just frowned upon. Words of wisdom no one ever follows.
Swingsets and jump-ropes and coloring books; those days are no more. All lost in the hollows.
“Hey, don’t do it”, “Just say no, it’s not that hard.”
[un]Guilty pleasures embraced with no regard.
“The Fall of Man”, I say. “Afterall, I’m only human.”
Ancestral, inherited, call it what you will; it’s all Original Sin.
Innocence doesn’t exist. Innocence never existed.
So good, but so bad. Who could have resisted?
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