The Sixth Day (Sonnet)

What have became of humankind, on that fated day, was it then? Looking around and just to find, a harmless, tempting thing so when a taste, a smell distract them so, they could not hear a far off voice "What have you done, you've helped a foe, your deeds have made Satan rejouice. Fear not, this act shall be your last, you think you're gods, that you will win, to be exiled, the first outcast, be damned and forever hold your sin." And this is what started it all, a simple act, their final fall.