He holds a basket of apples
filled with empty promises and
broken love traded for lust
an appealing fruit called temptation
picked from an orchard in Eden
infested with snakes instead of worms
day after day the dark man picks more
harvesting sorrows feeding unquenchable hungers
shinning the apples making them glow
ripe with deceit flavored with damnation
this farmer cursed to never die
since the dawn of time he’s sold hell
at a road side produce stand
selling the same apples again and again
fruit rots over time yet no one seems to care
such a shinny red skin-keeps the doctor away
the only gods we have left the ones that tell us to indulge
and such a good deal such a small price
for such a delicious fruit
an apple for the teacher-the apple of your eye
Adam’s apple-oh I do believe it was Eve’s-she was so kind to share
a celebrity endorsement-in a best selling book
a shadowy produce dealer never sharing his profits
who said the customer comes first
and those apples so cost effective so easy to grow
so easy to sell
he’s always done such good business
that fallen angel the farmer we know too well
there’s an apple for us all he’s already swallowed his
and it poisoned this farmer we know
this demon we call satan we fear him
but he was once an angel
and all too much like us.