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Temptation is his calling card. He casually drops it Enjoying the looks he gets. Dangling the sins that have Always been our weakness, he Relishes our wrath, gluttony, and pride. Knowledge is no longer a defense. As we mimic him, turning our backs on light Night envelopes us in sloth. Greedily, we accept his false promises Envying that which we are too blind to see, Lusting for that which we have given up. Notes Based on the seven deadly sins: wrath (anger), gluttony (over indulgence), pride (vanity), sloth (despair), greed (covetousness), envy (desire), and lust (lechery). Thank you for taking the time to read my words... I appreciate it. Please take a few seconds and comment. Critiques and praise are equally welcome
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