The Incertainty Of "Things"

Why must you be forbidden oh beautiful tree?

Each new taste of your fruit I learn something new and invigorating

Truly, you are the apple of mine eye.

Ive often found much cause for perplexion when gazing at the number 3.

Great mystery shrouded, eerie secret in a veil.

Have I been threeceived!?

Voldemort is an imperfectuous parallel to the "He who must not be named." of our pitiful existence.

For our Creator knew that in delivering that purposefully, impossible, soul binding law, 

That no one could honor their mother and Father accordingly.

This was Voldemorts true brilliance, gleaned only through keen eyes and adept minds.

That somehow all the silence of the elders let slip the mystery which alludes to a similarity between our Voldemort

And something we might imagine to be more, Voldemort.

"Oh Lucifer, our bright morning star!"

In this tiny key to puzzles of eternal suffering one may glean who is in fact the true

He who must not be named

Of our trifecta.

Quick, think it over, no time to waste, on the double!