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sloth slouch on the couch idly waste the time tomorrow will always arrive lust because there is just an insatiable thirst lock the door first gluttony all of us would agree that food is sacred no one's satisfied until fed wrath take an anger bath soak in its vengeance until the last dance pride it is your guide to stand on the mountain high stepping unto others 'til they die envy because you don't wanna see what you do not possess take it; claim it; in every possible ways greed giving is not your deed why, if you can horde you'll be the master—the lord because everyone is guilty of the seven sins so deadly you can deny it, but then quietly your guilt eats you, painful and slowly
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Apr 20, 2020
Apr 20, 2020 at 4:45 AM UTC
7 SINS
sloth slouch on the couch idly waste the time tomorrow will always arrive lust because there is just an insatiable thirst lock the door first gluttony all of us would agree that food is sacred no one's satisfied until fed wrath take an anger bath soak in its vengeance until the last dance pride it is your guide to stand on the mountain high stepping unto others 'til they die envy because you don't wanna see what you do not possess take it; claim it; in every possible ways greed giving is not your deed why, if you can horde you'll be the master—the lord because everyone is guilty of the seven sins so deadly you can deny it, but then quietly your guilt eats you, painful and slowly
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Apr 20, 2020
Apr 20, 2020 at 4:45 AM UTC
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