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I sat there rain pouring down from the heavens themselves. Winds howling as if telling dead men’s tales. Only one thought came to mind that of which is the folly of man. We all have given into wrath pride greed sloth lust gluttony envy at least once. Look at our history. Our history which is written in stone and paper. I try to be hopeful but alas we can’t resist the gravitational pull of the seven sins
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Jan 4
Jan 4, 2026 at 2:32 PM UTC
The Seven Sins
I sat there rain pouring down from the heavens themselves. Winds howling as if telling dead men’s tales. Only one thought came to mind that of which is the folly of man. We all have given into wrath pride greed sloth lust gluttony envy at least once. Look at our history. Our history which is written in stone and paper. I try to be hopeful but alas we can’t resist the gravitational pull of the seven sins
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26/M/Somewhere peaceful
Jan 4
Jan 4, 2026 at 2:32 PM UTC
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