The Apple of God

Once inside a garden God put a seed into the ground
He nurtured it with rain and sun the whole year round
This garden was a hilltop, there grew an apple tree
It's fruit was very succulent, it was God's industry

And God saw the apple was good for men
And as the years turned the apples grew again
The apples grew a plenty there was enough to go round
As more apple trees grew when the fruit fell to the ground

God saw for many years that man was well supplied
Yet man was rather greedy and never satisfied
In an orchard paradise we felt we needed more
And so it was that man first conspired to make a war

To bring the war machines to life we chopped down many trees
And when we made destruction well some of us were pleased
And some were not so pleased and some were even less
And some were not pleased at all as you might well have guessed

I walked along my special path unto my sacred tree
That apple tree that fed me when Autumn turned Wintery
I saw one apple left on the tree, one apple was all I did see
Old Bill Blake was sitting there and I sat down by he

"How the world has changed", said he "Since In wrote my poetry"
"Yes you saw it all" I said and to this he could but agree
Just then the war-machine rolled up to our spot
And Bill jumped up and we jumped on and gave it all we'd got

God cut in a lightening bolt but little more could do
And Bill and I felt we had bitten off more than we could chew
A brilliant flash, a resounding crash and we were almost gone
But the tree stood strong and it's earthly fruit shone

Then we spied on the horizon a truly dread filled sight
Legion machines of corporate might
Uranium powered with searchlights on top
Satanic mills that began to chop

All that was left after the atomic blast
Was a small sector of heaven, mostly hell burning fast
The apple of God was resting on the hill
And an eschaton cloud was moving in for the kill

I looked at the apple and suddenly knew
That all the fears I had had they were true
So I grasped the apple and planted it's seed
For it was now that we were most truly in need

And what happens next I shall leave to you
For it's only a song and it might not be true
As I speak from the future then this is a clue
Should the seed grow then we shall grow too

THERE IS AN APPLE IN THE ORCHARD OF THE EARTH
THERE IS AN APPLE IN THE ORCHARD OF THE EARTH
THOUGH IT'S NOT MADE OF GOLD
THE APPLE HAS BEEN SOLD
HOW MANY PEOPLE KNOW THAT APPLE'S WORTH?
HOW MANY PEOPLE KNOW THAT APPLE'S WORTH?