Old Pete McKenzie only pretends he

Is better than those that he judges

The truth is he’s jealous of being rebellious

Their authentic lives he begrudges

He unconsciously yearns for knowledge, to learn

Eat the fruits he was taught are forbidden

But now it’s too late he’s too old and sedate

So he’ll die feeling shame and guilt ridden

From all of the blame he used in his game

Projecting his judgement on “sinners”

He left “sinners” behind believing he’d find

Heaven and be declared winner

When his life is reviewed after death he’ll conclude

To eat fruits that give knowledge is best

He’ll now see he misjudged all the lives he begrudged

Left behind as the “sinners” progressed