The Apple asked the Orange,
are you in prison with,
the scepter of the lie in bite,
or peeled for your why?
The Core exposed the skin,
the red to fruit in lend,
no matter difference spoke,
the eating of is trend.
Given from the Earth,
the Sun or Moon and turf,
the dirt that fills the time between,
has fertilized diverse.
Ancient Times destroyed,
present moments Order,
the growth of Man in pattern,
the garden seems so planned.
The jail that attaches,
heaven in hell of spanned,
is quite the same to having,
these lives without an end.
Speaking to whom listens,
for Hope of future positive,
remember that the letters,
are guiding for protectors.
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