Apocalypto Poem by Nate Tulay

Apocalypto



I bit the apple, I bit the apple, and after,
I saw the fabrics of creation; baby, I saw chaos,
endless Chaos, everywhere I looked; baby,
I bit the apple, I bit the apple, and saw God panicking,
but I am still here, I am still Conscious. Baby, I am still here,
I am still writing, I am still dreaming, I am still in love, I am still Conscience.

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