God's wrath is heavy, and ever-present, for every sinner, anyone, who's bitten the fruit, anyone, who isn’t willfully ignorant, it feels like I've woken from a long dream, no, I'd rather not eat if I can help it, so much fruit walking around, and I'd rather pass the ball, god willing, if it can save me, but my eyes opened and all around me was ravaged fruit, bitten and torn apart mercilessly, blood and juice splattered across the walls, seeds scattered all over the earth, the heavens and their womb, safely inside, black heron peaking out, so much sin, we’re doomed…

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