And they are bitter

The tree was planted, and why not for him?
If not, why place him near it, where it grew,
The fairest in the center? They have but
One answer to all questions, "'Twas his will,
And he is good." How know I that? Because
He is all-powerful, must all-good, too, follow?

I judge but by the fruits- and they are bitter-
When I must feed on for a fault not mine.

Caín, Lord Byron