April 14th challenge
The tears long dried to salt upon my face
could season endless feasts for kings and queens.
They taste of all the sins the human race
has rained upon itself since Eden's sheen
was dulled by apple feast so long ago.
And yet the tears which are no longer wet
have found a cause to cease their endless flow
related to that feast which sealed our debt.
Alone I was replete with sin and pain.
Complicit?, Nay! A principal of rage
and war intended for ill gotten gain,
Author pierced by words upon his page.
Then you appeared and offered apple's feast
and in your gift my tears have found surcease.
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