Beautiful, Bitter Fruit


United States
33° 26' 17.016" N, 117° 0' 31.6368" W

She nuzzled through the branches in pursuit
For the angel’s beautiful, bitter fruit

Her innocent hands grasped it, but was tricked
Overcome by his evil, she panicked

Threw away the apple to hide error
That was overlooked by her Creator

Now that the garden no longer exists,
Innocence and sin forever persists

But without flaw, which was made by mankind,
The creature would then fail to bud in mind.

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