I hate you, because you opened up my eyes to the world you made me know, but I would rather have been ignorant, you are a wretch, a snake, you tricked me with an apple. I know you think, that knowledge is power, but, knowledge is pain. I hate pain. Why couldn't you leave me back in a time, when a dance was important, and shoes made me happy. I know things now, now I can't be a believer, now I can't look at the sky without crying, can't look at the stars without mourning the loss of my ancestors. Their stories are lost, riding the leaves in the fall and dying in winter. Falling like stones in water, they were all gone, before I knew they existed.