Who Fruit Are We
He walks through walls of space and time
He walks through the valley and the shadow of death
I shall make thee in my own image
Release this earth, you dark rich humus
Create thy soul, this breath of life
Free choice and will to conquer the gates heaven
Avoid thy flight too close to the sun
Then, tell me, who fruit are we
Copyright © Gregory Golden | Year Posted 2007
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