I see it,
and I want it to be mine.
It haunts my dreams,
the lack of this it fills my veins,
urging me to retrieve it.
Thou shall not steal,
what a joke.
I wish to receive it
and so I will.
It all will be mine,
as I wishI will receive.
Tis that simple.
For you will see.
YOU ARE READING
The Seven Deadly Sins
PoesíaA poem for each of the seven deadly sins, each is put into the perspective of the sin in a human form.
