Secret, Pretty little fruit sitting on that tree
Please take a single bite for free
Take this bite and with your tongue
Begin to see what's right or wrong.
p a rT ake o f t he fr u it
But wait, foul devil, it comes but with a price
That demon never told me it wasn't quite so nice.
Didn't think that knowing good and evil
Came with this shining steeple.
par Take o f The Fruit of the Vine
That sacred garden where lines are drawn
Where Sides are fought and battles won
Romantic thoughts grown through my head –No
I found that with that fruit, I knew not friend nor foe.
Par Take of Th e FrUit
Grow that garden steady and let no devil in
Told that My garden had started full of sin
Those pews were cold and infertile
And My leaves began to pale and curl
Parta ke of th e Fru it of t he Vi ne
The Devil has all his wiles
At work in all these tempting styles
And if the devil's ways persist
This newfound life-God let's exist.
Breath to find the air with musk
Of the dead things bringing new life's cusp
Death must bring forth life
New value found in hardened strife
More Lines and lines of borders drawn
More battles fought and less are won
Over stiff necked assumptions – Oh How It Reeks!
What must this God Believe? He doesn't even speak!
Eat Of What You Find Delight- He Gives You This
Explained By His Own Unraised Wrists