I am but an apple collector in the garden of Eden,
making sure not one is left on the tree up the hill;
for with a bite forbidden,
it could well decide fate and freewill,
tearing the wrong away from the right,
in the twilight shadows that haunt the rising night.
I am sure I left none,
not even that unfortunate terrible one;
perhaps the serpentine coil,
that I did see,
hid the shame that would be,
and insidiously my effort did foil!
Now the darkness seems infinite...
making sure not one is left on the tree up the hill;
for with a bite forbidden,
it could well decide fate and freewill,
tearing the wrong away from the right,
in the twilight shadows that haunt the rising night.
I am sure I left none,
not even that unfortunate terrible one;
perhaps the serpentine coil,
that I did see,
hid the shame that would be,
and insidiously my effort did foil!
Now the darkness seems infinite...
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