I am a virtue and vice alike.
I shall grant you salvation
While sentencing you to Abaddon.
Created by Him and used by the Dark One,
I am the perfection that will cause chaos.
Ones who gaze, see but the gates of pearls.
But those that touch will know the burning pain.
Aye, I gave His children, eyes.
But stole I away their promised land.
Aye, Macbeth knocked at my door,
In search of power I declared before.
Then gave him I myself he desired
But poisoned was I with devious delusions.
I watched his plight with innocent eyes,
Oh, how unfortunate secrets I hide.
Blind, how blind humans must be,
To destroy themselves to attain me.
They fail to heed the warning I say,
“Touch me not, for I am knowledge forbidden,
And I will cause you forever, dismay.”