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A deal of death, the seven deadly sins
Ah!
A potion of poison every soul so willingly drinks
Kings so full of pride and egotistical
Buried like ashes to the ground
To be proud, is a sin you see
For every pride hath a fall
How greed makes your mouth water
Shows you everything glittering to be of gold
But it fails to ever fully quench your thirst
For greed; all nature is too little, never enough
A ribbon of lust that blinds your eyes
Controls the reigns of your hearts' desires
Of all the seven deadly sins
Lust is definitely the pick of the litter
That twinge of envy that strikes your heart
That looking of longing that breaks you apart
Envy is thin because it bites but never eats
It sharpens the sight, but blinds you too, you see
Curiosity is gluttony, to see is to devour
Gluttony is the lust of the mind, use your mind power
Patience is a virtue, gluttony a sin
It's an emotional escape, a sign we've caged us in
She was fury, she was wrath and she was vengeance
Disaster was a word very little compared to her soul
The fire in her heart sent smoke to her head
Her havoc destroyed everything, but left her with a hole
"I've heard that hard work never killed anyone
But I wonder why take the chance?"
If this sloth like is how we continue to think
To be buried underground is where our fates will advance
The seven deadly sins are a deal of death
Do not sign a contract with the devil himself
This battleground is a place very deadly
Do not splatter blood on your silky satin dress
These are the seven sins
Not the virtues you suppose them to be
Get out of this grave
Before you are buried deep, deep, deep!
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Puisi*completed* ○•FLORAISON ○•(French : Bloom) •Words spun into poems Letters dipped in gold Sentences laced with elegance Alphabets with a story of their own ○• I present you FLORAISON, a book whose blank pages bloomed when ink touched the rough pape...
