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Taste The Fruit Of Sin…

Like the blossom they bloom,
Spicy apple they smell so good.
The sweetness they hold all in,
But to taste them was as sin.
Like the stars shine above,
They fly on earth like doves.
They face all these lusty eyes,
To tear them as they try to fly.
They get surrounded by hungry dogs,
Full of lust, and hungry like hogs.
It takes no time for the dogs to tear them apart,
The beauty on earth and God’s creation depart…

© 2012 Pimmi Nag