We each have an apple
A serpent that wishes us to taste
The fruit
Apple,
Juicy,
Ripe,
But each apple does not taste the same,
Each one has its Aroma
Tainted,
Evil,
Savour,
That forbidden taste
Slips down too easily, down the throat
But each one has been bitten by the serpent
Slithered,
Injected its rot in to the taste,
What is each persons sin,
The taste of sweet exploitation
We all have a demon hidden within
It only takes but a Bite
For the poison to corrupt
To change what and who one used to be...