Again you stand before me in shame
Tempting as I am for you shall not utter my name
The fruit is what I crave stranger, that is why I come in shame
we lived this story before and the results are always the same
You look so pale you talk so clear should I trust you my dear or should I hunger in fear
I must admit, the world I see, your future is as clear as you stand before me
Take one bite and you will see that you are no different soon too be me
Just tell him it was the apple that had fell from a tree
You have no arms, you have no legs you walk with you belly and burrow with your head
I know how it ends soon you shall see as angels fell from the heavens and poisoned the trees
It is inevitable what your future will be
For the juices flow from your lips you shall fall before me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem