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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Hearken well, As I commence to tell This tale of the apple that fell From a tree I believed from Hell: Black I wore on this sunny day, Similar to all my other days When the Sun went away I Lost all faith, Thus lost my way. Where my integrity went, no one says. I Walked into a dark forest, A maze, On a night with no moon and no face, I gazed at the gates Not afraid, but rather amazed. Me, myself, and I, On this blackest of nights, Walking in this forest of frights, Without any shining light, Blinded by self-stupidity, A stark, blinding dark, The beast's, who shall be named Anger, barks, My bullying ego and my absent heart, My sanity and humanity, were way too far, You see I was helpless from the start. When everything "seemed", or so to speak, wrong, And hope was long gone, Without a spawn An apple came along, I was no longer alone: This apple gave me eyes, In many ways made me wise This apple offered light; It defined beauty, In color, shape, and size. 'twas a precious surprise. But then came a time, Again, I became blind, Only with a stupidity, quite sublime, So here came the crime: I was succumbed by hunger and greed, Needed to feed my needs, My desire: To eat the whole fruit but the seeds, I devoured it, Indeed I did. What a waste, such a life, Such a pity, One True Lie, I sliced the apple in slices with my knife. That which represents my insolence and pride. If only I had left Hubris by the tree, Withholding Anger in his leash, next to me, Then I wouldn't have agreed To walk right beside Glee, Sadly, I was weak, As you can see, My tolerance limited to short degree. Here I am, I see dark, I see not. Hear the lamb, The one I'll sacrifice To get my apple back.
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