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“Sure you can eat it. He only said that because He knows what will happen. When you bite into it the eyes of the worlds will be opened unto you, and you'll be like gods.” The serpent baited the young woman.
A dove perched on the tree disagreed with the serpent’s advice. The dove appealed, “Don’t fool this woman. The fruit from this tree I sit on is not to be eaten. There are many other trees to eat from. But this tree, you must abstain.“ Disheartened, the woman walked away and grabbed a fruit from another tree. Yet, she continued to ponder upon the things the serpent had told her. She thought it would be marvelous to be like the gods. She couldn't resist her curosity any longer. She headed straight to that mysterious tree and took from it two pieces of fruit. Before she ate her piece, she wanted to test it on her husband first. “Man, I have some fruit for you.” He bit into his fruit without complaint. She saw no immediate reaction, so she begain to taste the lushious fruit she held in her hand. It was only but a moment that they both could feel the difference. “Woman, what did you give me? Why am I now naked?” The man accused. “Oh, I'm so sorry, it's the fruit from the tree of good and evil,” she confessed. Seconds later, the voice of God called out, "Adam?" “Hide woman. God mustn't see us naked.” The man ordered. God called out again, “Where art thou? Don’t hide from me.” Adam appears. “I'm sorry. I hid for I'm naked” “Naked! Who said you were naked? Have you eaten from the tree of good and evil?” “Yes, my woman and I.” The woman stands behind the man in shame. She can’t believe what she's done. The dove swoops down by the woman and says, “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” God bawled, “It sorrows me, but you must be cursed.” “We know.” They cried together. Editor's Pick 11/9/11
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