A bite, death will follow suit
Too soon words forgot
My lips glazed in sweet rot
Through ages of lives
We stumble with bloodshot eyes
Defeated our souls lay
Given over to death’s decay
Unripe, healing fruit in animal trough
Choked by poison we laugh and scoff
Three; moulded metal key
Ripe fruit hammered back on tree
A healing fruit
A bite, life will follow suit
Soon words recall
From my lips crimson blood sprawl
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