vices to counter balance our virtues inhale nicotine smoke into decaying lungs drown your liver in poison that burns as it goes down your throat but tastes like an angel’s kiss on your lips roll dices in emerald green tables, throw down triple aces and the queen of hearts, gamble your heart away, what good has it done anyway?
glutinous coping mechanisms vices supplied by satan himself disguised in angelic fashions to hide the truth of our vices