Submit to God.

Now I know for sure

The apple was rotten inside

to the core

There are seeds of bitterness

- grudges against its tree

It was first the tree's fault

but to soak in the cyanide after that

rather than letting it rest in its seed shells

is the apple's fault as well

Both are wrong

And both are suffering

If only both would break down

to vulnerability

One day I will be gone

And I hope she will grow

To be crisp and sweet

Not just with certain people

But truly

So I'll wait until my time to leave

Lord, please don't delay justice

But also send mercy and grace

But what do I know?

I am just another apple

watching this story

Maybe I've spoken too much.