Fruit of Their Doom…

Fruit of Their Doom?

Succulent, hanging and fruitful,

Dripping, devilish juices,

From slithering soiled serpent,

Bestowed a guilt ridden repent.

Haveth one bite?

Condemned humanity,

Roots giveth life?

Clothed hellish reality.

As holy darkness loomed,

They danced from choice,

From fruits, they were doomed,

Tongue bitten, no voice.

Now layeth in mother nature,

Cursed, but nursed by her soul,

They now hath found it,

Love...

As they rest their aching bones.