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Decent from my fathers arms,

I decent down,

afraid of heights

but now I am not,

I hit the floor

everything seem aight,

head first

thats why my lip burst,

in the garden of sin I appear,

see the sinful fruit

so tasteful is so near,

should I take a bite

or just leave it there,

I bite a piece the sky falls,

the vines grasp my flesh

as the thorns and sharp edges

begin to rub and peal the skin,

I scream and ask for help,

a great big gasp release I am,

fall to my knees,

asking my father

to let me walk please,

see the light deep inside

the tall plains,

I begin to walk,

branches tearing open my flesh

as I pull to escape,

losing blood

is the only thing I can observed,

flesh opening as I moved,

the nerves popping out my body

is what you could also observe,

neck cut, stitches no need,

because in my cocoon

I will come out,

the light gets closer and closer,

but the dragging decreasing the will,

the pain so much

I wish I could stop

within the line,

hopes, wishes,

dreams all at once this day is upon,

the trail of a thick rose colored substance,

the heart goes weak,

the sight begins to fade away

as you look back at where you were,

but that light

is still getting closer and closer,

once you touch it,

you will find out,

the price for greatness

comes at a great cause,

the pieces of skin

hanging from the thorns,

laying upon the green material,

the colored it was created

as you mixed to colors at once,

it all will reflect,

one has to be strong

to get where one is at,

but is only a choice

stop cause you feel pain,

or go through pain and at the end

touch the beautiful light

and see that everything

should be alright

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