ADULT APPLES.

I never know what is good for me

Once I see the apple’s allure;

And after I taste its fleshy sweetness

The spirit of innocence is gone for sure:

Pure becomes a distant memory;

Covered by pride, lust and greed;

So I continue biting into the sweetness

Until I have discovered the core and the seed;

Pleasure without a purpose

But my own gratification and need;

Once just a sin of simple hunger,

In time my gluttony to feed.

Envy mushrooming everywhere,

Cain and Abel again;

Everyone a potential partner in crime

No one the Christ or a friend.

Embrace me not, Judas, son of confusion;

Perdition is in your eye and on your tongue

And I, in the end, will need permit you to kiss me

That the final scene of the drama be accepted and sung;

Betrayal, denial, abandonment and death,

Alone in my heart, in my mind and on my breath;

The hope of a resurrection, a conversion experience at best,

Where pure and innocent finds once more opportunity to be young.

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