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"