god is the devil
2025-02-22
have i unknowingly made a pact with the devil
or was i never the son of god
washed in his grace
clothed in the purest of oranges
was my blood never his
tell him
tell him i’m sorry
i am sorry for diluting his precious blood
by eating an apple
i am sorry for
seeing how little he is
i am sorry for
tasting the heavens even he couldn’t help me see
in a tiny droplet
of that mighty apple
i am sorry for transforming
i am sorry for the change i had brought to the world
i am sorry for wanting to give back
i am sorry for forgetting how
pity and spiteful
you can get
i am sorry for you
being weak
i am sorry for your suffering
i am sorry for you making us
just so you can find comfort
in your pain
knowing we all suffer
i am sorry for worshipping you
when you are
the denounced
when we are
you and i
i am sorry
i am sorry you never felt your blood glamour
by the sight of
the apple
i am sorry you had to feel
too little
i am sorry i
left you
in your
suffering
if you were loving
as that apple
my father
your sons
wouldn't suffer the same fate
as you
but you
my father
couldn't help it
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