Newton's apple sauce

 
With twisting vines of old deception
Trees in their garden growing into splendor
Until an apple taste brings cognition
A baby not to realize a full scoping render...

Watching comets shoot in hindsight
A dangerous toy to play in your damnation
Predicting tales in demon forthright
Better spinning top ideas of your salvation...

A measured reaction to their action
When power is given more wind to unfurl
Replacing the light with an infraction
Chasing dreams down their sinning whirl...

Spinning orbs in such skyless details
Platonic cookies onto sheets of prostration
Winded sails across the desert trails
Described in false by a plethora of "ations"...