Cocaine High prt. 3

This isn't a home. This is an image. I grow against the vines. The apples fall into our hands. We go against the false idols and eat them. I go against it all just to taste liberation. I'll run naked through the meadows to find his body. To give him his head. I'll find the evil. I'll find him and take him atop the cherry tree. Our world will be complete. The evil will then have its stench again. The good will be buried as if it's never been. God will never exist. The devil will then have a crown a throne. But why chance it? I'll be killed in the end.

"The apple was to never be touched. she ruined it for us all. She killed the world."