You begin to have an attack, of great anxiety,
Your fear begins to grow, ever stronger.
In my heart there is no variety,
In my soul...this can't last any longer.
Our seven sins, makes us who we are,
Other personalities, of our own being.
We split them, to talk with them about our scars,
What is this that I'm seeing?
Each sin, is another person of our mind,
Each one with its own personality.
There is only one to me, that is kind,
That one is Greed and he shows no brutality.
Separating yourself into two,
Can harm yourself even further.
It's something no one should do,
Because inside, you will be murdered.
I am cursed to walk this earth,
Until the sins of my past are broken by my future.
We live something that isn't for its worth,
And we are the losers.
My Greed got me in my situation,
I let it take my mind but not my heart.
I will no longer fall to temptation,
But I will accept my part.
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Thoughts of a Broken Man
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