I was inspired to write this little tidbit after reading a thread someone made claiming he would take a knife and eat an apple if people didn't fill his thread up with posts. I came in the thread and said "only fools gather round to prevent an apple from being eaten, for that is it's purpose. On the other hand were you to cast it into the wasteland I might be moved to post." And that got me thinking and this was the result:
Sorrow is like an apple that was so big it fell from the tree. People told each other it was still good, but nobody actually wanted it. It cried out for an angel, but by the time the angel came, it had rot within the ground for all the worms to gain. It sought a purpose but to waste; a life lived in vain. If only for a taste, of heavens holy rain, but farmer only takes the good and thinks about his grain... Then a demon passed by, and its size caught his eye, "What a great forbidden fruit it could've been."
Sorrow is like an apple that was so big it fell from the tree. People told each other it was still good, but nobody actually wanted it. It cried out for an angel, but by the time the angel came, it had rot within the ground for all the worms to gain. It sought a purpose but to waste; a life lived in vain. If only for a taste, of heavens holy rain, but farmer only takes the good and thinks about his grain... Then a demon passed by, and its size caught his eye, "What a great forbidden fruit it could've been."
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