57 My Prayer Against the 7 Deadly Sins
57.
My Prayer Against the 7 Deadly Sins
Lord, abet me put aside
The vain and frivolous pride
I nurture within me inside
Lord, do not allow to seed
Vicious barnacles of greed
Eventhough I am in need
Lord, erase the vanity
Revealed by mask of envy
Searing me to atrophy
Lord, shield me from glaring gust
Of humid, temperate lust
For it taints my soul with rust
Lord, allow not to gather
In my heart and mind anger
Make it lag, take it faster
Lord, let me not be clumsy
Due to frisky gluttony
Horror of obesity
Lord, shun me from insolence
Brought by putrid indolence
Rip this slough of negligence.
-11/20/2011
(Dumarao)
*reflective mood
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