The 8th Deadly Sin
For those of you
Who believe voodoo
Is real enough
To earn your trust
Then be prepared
To be filled with air
As I blow smoke unto
The mirrors of truth
The Sins of Death
Provide you with meth
As halucinations occur
When you try and protect
This endless cure
For control of the lure
And mans skewed laws
Produce the sins of deaths claw
You cant make love
You cant break trust
You cant enduce
You cant produce
Forget reproduce
Death will ensue
Your pointless truth
Mans governing root
You cant be proud
Envious will cloud
Gluttony will shroud
Mans lust will frown
My anger within
Will end all in sin
Sloth of the world
Will meet greed with grin
The last deadly sin
Rhymes only with him
As the nails drew within
Hung up declaring win
Man does equal pride
For he creates laws with stride
Forget others fate
Our own sin can wait
As we hang his with glee
The eighth will shine free
And eluminate deaths soul
As its written in scroll
"The 8th goes like this
Is ends with your bliss
Smile as you kill him
For "MAN" is the last sin"
Copyright © Penn Kname | Year Posted 2007
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