From the Tree of Knowledge

I strap a rope on a branch's edge

A rope of trust

Suspended by fairy dust

Sneezing back the illusion

Vomiting the deception

Where the vomit lie

The roots wither and die

Tainting the tree

So now the leaves you see

Ignite into flame and crumble

The branches quake and mumble

Barmecidal words of satisfaction

Yet the wind howls of demonic action

The Knowledge tree's been drained

Nothing has been gained

Except a figure

Fairy dust covered and unsure

But from hereafter the figure

Shall be a grim and permanent fixture