Plotting is sweet
But revenge is sweeter
That hole your digging
Getting deeper and deeper
You're tripping and falling
Stumbling and crawling
Your limp left leg feels the end of my shoe
Watch what you speak, it upsets the weak, the meek, the sheep, the sheep will bleat, attract the flock, in for a shock.
One catches a disease they all get culled
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He Without Sin
PoetryA new collection of poetry based on the theme of the seven deadly sins - Envy, Gluttony, Greed, Lust, Pride, Sloth and Wrath. A work in progress book, with poems added as I work on them. All based on true experiences and encounters I hope you enjoy...
