Journey Home

Near the beginning there was Darkness. Owned Shadows.

When I first looked past the windows and saw the light,

I noticed some sweet looking fruit hanging in the walled garden nearby.

I observed this fruit and thought it sweet,

and I ate of this fruit.

And it was sweet.

When I realized the fruit which grew in the walled garden was no longer sweet,

but rather was sour and rotten,

I set sail for the Icy shores where Penguins play

in old Crimson hats

and have never looked back since.

The End.

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