Ripe Fruit/Dirty Plant

when my eye's opened last and my deaf ear's fell from grace redemption did not dare rescue any of my number of faces when word's hang like a death row pardon two second's past half past fate this is the devil i'm denying my mind for him to dictate i know im not lost to hatred hatred is lost in it's gulf a desert that's growing and open become's a moon to my wolf i speak to often of defeat make myself a victim of pride but i feel the sun you all shine in i bask in it's vitamin b5 hope,the antelope dont deminish and cope if the slope don't ride your's is the bedroom i administer my fruit's when they are juicy and ri[pe