The philosopher

In the beginning,
This I am told,
There was a being,
Neither evil nor bold.

This being created all,
Including earth and man,
Even things simple and small.
This being had a plan.

It was never reached, For
Adam and Eve lost.
The plan was stained with Bleach.
Bleach of pure evil.
The creator of Bleach?
Who else, but the devil.

The being became mad,
Both at Adam and Eve.
Humans were now bad;
We had to leave.

Is this the truth?
Can there be more?
Was there a fruit?
Or simply a door?

Man chose a door,
We picked door one.
We are now imperfect,
All is now done.

Many aspects of life
Are to be understood,
Like why there's evil
And even why good.

Religion, Morals, life, death.
All these are teachings,
Many seek through wealth
Some seek through preachings.

I'm not a teacher,
Nor a lost soul.
What I am though,
Is someone whole.

My thoughts are ideas,
You may not believe.
If you choose not,
Remember Adam and Eve.

This, as of now,
Will be the end,
I will begin ideas
With a new trend.

This trend is fun
Not to confuse or perplex.
It is in everyone,
What we call 'sex'.