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Here it lies

before my eyes...

Varnished by the sun,

the sweetest fruit, that tempted us...

I let my passions loose so easily,

Here is my day of reconin'.

Apple of discord, glowing in the snow,

Fruit of sinful seed - 't was plant by you.

Apple of discord, the vices own glow,

here it falls - defiled by you...

A fold of souls absorbed

In bone-rattling race,

the juicy loot will fall towards you,

When you divest of face.

it's pulp partakes

of pious grace...

Apple of discord, glowing in the snow,

Fruit of sinful seed - 't was plant by you.

Apple of discord, the vices own glow,

here it falls - defiled by you...

Shall i fear your wrath or try to please in vain?

Like the autumn leaves you'll wilt away.

Foliage may fall, but apple is divine -

Blasing like the sun above the sky.

(Emily A. Saaen)