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When seasons change from spring to autumn
I hear the whispers of death
as the leaf of life dies
changing colour from green to red
Blood rain falls from the sky
forming puddles
in which piles of bodies rest
forming peaceful harmony with the music of the wind
The coldness of the snowflakes of death
gives the leaves eternal silence
as tress walk naked in sin
and the bells of awareness ring
This man called death
was born from the fruit that Adam ate
and so because of his choice
trees give birth to leaves in thorns and thistles
within hills lay
the vale of disobedience and death
like a snake
slithering ever so silently
it sneaks from behind
delivering the venomous bite of temptation
blood flows fresh from the wound
like a fresh fruit
waiting to be selected from the tree of sin
it is the fruit of guile
the apple
of deception.
© Tatyanna
I hear the whispers of death
as the leaf of life dies
changing colour from green to red
Blood rain falls from the sky
forming puddles
in which piles of bodies rest
forming peaceful harmony with the music of the wind
The coldness of the snowflakes of death
gives the leaves eternal silence
as tress walk naked in sin
and the bells of awareness ring
This man called death
was born from the fruit that Adam ate
and so because of his choice
trees give birth to leaves in thorns and thistles
within hills lay
the vale of disobedience and death
like a snake
slithering ever so silently
it sneaks from behind
delivering the venomous bite of temptation
blood flows fresh from the wound
like a fresh fruit
waiting to be selected from the tree of sin
it is the fruit of guile
the apple
of deception.
© Tatyanna
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