The Blurred lines
I am not evil,
I’m the apple that made Eve ill.
A whisper draped in crimson skin,
Temptation’s thrill that pulls you in.
Consume me, taste the sin
Bloom in light, yet drown in shades.
Im not evil nor divine,
Just a line blurred over time.
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