A little action,
A simple word,
Seemed like a passing thing,
Unbeknownst to the doer,
The consequences that were coming.
Why do bad words sting,
And lies punish good hearts,
Pointing fingers blaming,
Even at the start.
Was not the fruit,
Taken in a subtle move,
Forever termed 'The Fall',
That action that seemed to them so small.
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