the bitter fruit of betrayal was plucked from the branches of the tree of knowledge. the tree of knowledge grew in opposition to the tree of life. Did you savor your meal as i do mine? Do you savor it still through all this time? Will you savor its taste when the sword of god comes, when the work of justice is wrought and done? Or will you turn unto his cold steel, and in begging forgiveness kiss iron ore and kneel, peeling absolution from wretched flesh, seeking grace within final breath?