Abaddon

He comes bearing bitter fruits,
The Apples of Sodom(y) and Knowing.
Their pretty, ruby red hue rendered moot,
For fear of what they’d be showing.

He comes only to lay waste.
Running from him, desperate,
They flee with greatest haste.

(Written October 25th, 2012 // ref. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Death_(personification) )

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