BAD APPLE

Since the day you were born you were warned of my tree and my ways

Since the earth filled with life and was formed there was night and then there was day

I was central and gorgeous, insatiable torturous, to you

You were oh so naïve, deceived easily by a serpent

He called

Flesh of my flesh and bone of my bone

From dust you have come and to dust you shall go

You're a thorn in my side, a sword in my soul

You need to move on but you're scared to let go

I'm not a bad fruit