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Stricken from crown to chin. Make the gag cover my vocal spin. Let the earplugs cut my hearing thin. A blindfold ******* to my temples let no sight in. The archangel whispers through the din. " Is it better to die than to sin ? " Waging a feud on GREED is high. Painted enemies, " ENVY !!! " they cry. With a lance ****** for LUST, its point never dry. To lean on SLOTH for a maidens sigh. She served soldiers GLUTTONY pie. Wine flowed freely and WRATH comes nigh. PRIDE laughs with dagger at your backside. The archangel growls, " To sin is to die." Behold my confessional appointed slot. Forgive me Father, for I knew not. Be merciful to me, O God, for I cannot. Why am I forsaken, to such common lot ? Peace be still... delivered in a resounding shot. Death is better than sin, my last thought.
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Apr 14, 2013
Apr 14, 2013 at 2:51 PM UTC
Pay The High Price
Stricken from crown to chin. Make the gag cover my vocal spin. Let the earplugs cut my hearing thin. A blindfold ******* to my temples let no sight in. The archangel whispers through the din. " Is it better to die than to sin ? " Waging a feud on GREED is high. Painted enemies, " ENVY !!! " they cry. With a lance ****** for LUST, its point never dry. To lean on SLOTH for a maidens sigh. She served soldiers GLUTTONY pie. Wine flowed freely and WRATH comes nigh. PRIDE laughs with dagger at your backside. The archangel growls, " To sin is to die." Behold my confessional appointed slot. Forgive me Father, for I knew not. Be merciful to me, O God, for I cannot. Why am I forsaken, to such common lot ? Peace be still... delivered in a resounding shot. Death is better than sin, my last thought.
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Apr 14, 2013
Apr 14, 2013 at 2:51 PM UTC
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