My Deadly Sin
My Deadly Sin
Apathy lets evil win.
Gossip is among the Ten.
Cruelty is simply barbarous.
Three of Seven mentions avarice.
Hell burns hot for hypocrites.
Stygian fates await the bigots.
And may there be little respite,
For the tyrant nor the despot.
These are sins that I abhor,
But, alas, there is one more.
Among them all, it's even worse;
It's penning lists of bad to verse.
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