How far we have fallen. We could have been so much more. Instead we act in ways that are appalling. Because greed has so much allure. We could have been angels. Soaring in the sky. But our short sight shows no angles. We are almost blind. Which sin is it that makes us so proud? We shout over each other, everything so loud. Which sin is it that makes us covet what we don't have. Instead of being happy for others or glad. Humanity in itself has been lost. We'd rather fight and squabble no matter the cost. Oh how far we have fallen. We could have been so much more. I shed tears that I crawl in. While heaven slams shut it's doors. For that I don't blame them. How could I honestly? We are no flowers, only the stems by the end of our odyssey.
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What do you mean to me? A simple banana on a background of pink. A bright smile whose features hide a shadow, I think. The nutrition you give helps support life, but not having you causes cramps and strife. Yet alas there is more to you than you reveal. Something hidden inside that banana peal. Complex notes and sugars so sweet. Born from a seed hidden under our feet. What dark secrets do your bruises hold? What tender memories can be told? Each mistreatment has left a dark spot. Some on purpose and some of them not. But either way the hurt is still there. After all a banana can never be a pear.
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