My 7 Sins
I'm Guilty of my Pride,
and Gluttony of Lust.
Envious of my Sloth of Wraith,
these seven I do trust.
I've built the walls I live within,
of my seven deadly sins,
Without a thought if they will stop,
all I knows that they've begin.
To take a toll upon my soul,
has if it even matters.
Sin is sin the course of men,
death shall surely follow...
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