Don'T Dabble In My Apples!
"Don't dabble in my apples,"
said a voice one day.
"Don't dabble in my apples,
heed the words I say!
Don't dabble in my apples
up in yonder tree.
They aren't worth the hassle,
listen unto me."
"Don't dabble in my apples,
they are not for thee.
Don't dabble in my apples,
this I have decreed.
Don't dabble in my apples,
or you will have to leave.
So don't dabble in my apples,
Adam and Eve."
"Don't dabble in my apples,"
boomed the voice from high.
"You can share a plum or pear,
there's many fruits to try.
Don't dabble in my apples,
the reasons are mine.
Just don't dabble in my apples,
and you'll be fine!"
"Do not partake,
or see the snake,
don't seek the asp,
that's all I ask.
You wont be pardoned,
and this garden,
will be withdrawn,
expunged and gone,
-wait a minute...
somethings wrong!"
"Who dabbled in my apples?
Who partook the prize?
Was it Adam, was it Eve,
Who disobeyed my cries?"
"Who dabbled in my apples?
Who has doomed mankind?
To close the gates and seal the fate
of all in paradise!"
"You dabbled in my apples,
but somehow, it makes sense.
For you are all my blood and flesh,
made in my own image.
You dabbled in my apples,
but you're still my children,
whom I love with all the love that I can give."
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