Can Five a Day Contain a Quatrain of Apples

Imagine if today were the anniversary of the day A phantom, some angel came down here to say Or more to compel us to change our ways Stop selling rotten apples from your tray. To the nuthouse for the laughing stock After they're bound in a block of wood Ten paces back, soft apples stuffed with rock Men's faces cackled as good shots were got. That apple of God's eye That in a pool of blood does lie Humans'll shoot a messenger from upon high Much quicker than they'll stop to question why. If you believe all you read in some damned book To men God apparently foresook When some banned apple got took Inside all of you is a seed if you happen to look. If you nurture and grow, like a parent show Fill me with Love we'll reach for above Nature will flow if we leave it alone An apple's just a tree, wrapped up in a glove.