This is a poem from a different genre and i ll take good time to complete it :). Any suggestion is welcome.
The Apple I had a dream of unknown resonance throttling my soul, I never slept after that; I saw Eve with an apple in her hand She looked at me in disdain She blamed me for killing God; But I am a mere mortal struggling for my breadth, I never knew any other deeds.
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She took me to the bank of Hiddekel; She held my hand and asked the reason, I did not kill God, I have never been to that road, And I am a mere mortal struggling for my breadth, I never knew any other deeds.
Oh! Don’t you know my pain? I am struggling in vain; I don’t need your apple, And I know your story, She kept looking at my eyes, I am yet to understand that vice.
Spare me for the sake of humanity, I can feel the pain in my breast; Leave me alone I want to go home, Why am I here today in Rome, She said, you killed God; It’s now time to unload.
We robed God in the Garden of Eden, And you killed God now, my plea- please surrender. You are them all the time; you are the world, You premeditated and killed him slowly, And I am here to save humanity; All I want is universal unity.
To be Continued....please come back to read the whole poem
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