Fake Henoch
please forgive missmanners
RIPENED FRUIT
The world is a tree to which we cling -
we, the half-ripe fruit upon it.
The immature fruit clings tight to the branch
because, not yet ripe, it's unfit for the palace.
When fruits become ripe, sweet, and juicy,
then, biting their lips, they loosen their hold.
When the mouth has been sweetened by felicity,
the kingdom of the world loses its appeal.
To be tightly attached to the world is immaturity,
as long as you're am embryo,
blood-sipping is in your interest.
The world is a tree to which we cling -
we, the half-ripe fruit upon it.
The immature fruit clings tight to the branch
because, not yet ripe, it's unfit for the palace.
When fruits become ripe, sweet, and juicy,
then, biting their lips, they loosen their hold.
When the mouth has been sweetened by felicity,
the kingdom of the world loses its appeal.
To be tightly attached to the world is immaturity,
as long as you're am embryo,
blood-sipping is in your interest.
