Rotten Apples In One Basket

I am a rotten apple fallen deep Deeper than the debt within I have stained all that is around me Forsake even by my next of kin. You have stained all that is around you For you are a rotten apple sinking low Deeper than the pit of hell lingering Rotting slowly, very, very slow. Deeper than the pit of hell waiting patiently They are rotten apples and they know it Blemishing and dishonouring their mutual lives With venomous words that they submit. We are rotten apples placed in one basket Quarantined as to not infect others As venomous words transmitted intoxicate maiming decency built by our fathers and mothers.