A ripe picking straight from the apple tree
This stolen fruit from the forbidden source
Has the potential to set hunger free
Is it so wrong that I feel no remorse?
Deserted farmland where live stock once grazed
Is now a desolate grave of memories
Soil slips through my fingers like dream unsaved
Crumbles to the ground, someone help me please.
Is this a test that I have not passed?
Lost santity, no loved ones around me
The test of abandonment leaves me trashed
Lost without a trace, no security.
But now my saving grace leads to my fall
Bite the fruit and left with nothing at all.
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