The Devil's Lucky Number
Pride seeks
Obsession with self
Hugging our mirrors
Telling tales of our success
To any who will take a knee before us
But failure still dawns for this vanity
For even blind angels can find the gates
If they truly feel love for one another
Greed consumes
Refusing to bleed
It'd be a shame to lose some of our power
We drink the spoils of all the other kings
And laugh as they claim victory
Clutching their new toys like children
With no authority left to show
Lust tempts
Like the scent of decadent jasmine
At the bottom of a cliff
Our primal roar craves the attention of many
No amount of dousing rain
Able to quench our fiery coals
We burn in the attraction
And die in the flames
Anger dismantles
Like a mechanism with a blood red heart
It eradicates by the hand of war
It annihilates by the crush of a boot
Its furious wind blows bare our fields of solidarity
It asks for nothing
But it takes everything
Gluttony swindles
The master of more
We drink its snake oil
Tub after tub
Charmed of our vigor
We dash our futures with its aroma
All while it nurtures
Distaste for our lives
Envy trades
Both sides of our coin
Equal in value
Yet we always desire the fortunes of others
It barters fantasy for contentment
At equal interest
Leaving us destitute in our reality
Sloth escapes
Our need for evolution
Cemented motivation
Like an unfinished sidewalk
Leading us nowhere new
But somehow it still gets away
And we remain fast in place
January 20, 2016
Copyright © Sam Jameson | Year Posted 2016
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