Verbiage

Sin is wide and righteousness is narrow,
So equip a narrow lens as you project an arrow
Into apples on the forehead of ignorance.
Shine a light on it and show no sentiments
Towards the death of his voice;
Adams apples eaten
As I spit the seeds;
Every evening
You can find me barring a bow
To make the dull quiver
For they know
I'm so cold that not only snow falls tonight.