heed the words that I speak
dont be like me
in this world is a tree
producing fruit so sweet
the juice when drinked
can change the way you think
and some may be quite keen
like the thirsty and weak
like me when I take a swig
smirk on my face
the last Id ever give
I knew when I tasted it
Id kissed the devils lips
read the book of Genesis
in it, it predicts this
tries to prevent this
but I am no victim
of any but my own prison
I knew better than to risk it
a terrible decision
believe the words bathed in hurt
Ive been trying to reverse
this curse with some cure
but nothing can be done for the unpure
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