She thought ignorance was her virtue of command over everyone right until he showed her what real ignorance feels like.

The embodiment of the sun is a woman
Her hair like Rapunzel
Long, and a beautiful golden blonde
Her spirit was dragged through mud by the rabble
but when it rose again through the Will of Grace
it shined as though it had never been tested
She carries herself with pride, which resonates
with me
Even when her conversation turns crude, and she
bellows and burps:
she maintains her class and loveliness
Daisies grow in the wake of her steps
She is the embodiment of the sun
and I have become pious

This list will really help you see,
All the life hacks that you need,
How to think and how to be,
If you are of human breed.

Pride- Don't be proud, everything you have achieved,
Is thanks to god(in which you HAVE to believe).

Envy- Don't want what others have, even if their **** is better,
if their gf's *** is fatter.(you'll end up in hell)

Gluttony-eat only as much as you need, and don't
enjoy any of your meals( food is as bad as *** it seems)

Lust-don't ever wish to ****, even when down on your luck
(and you haven't smashed in months)

Anger- don't be angry at the man who ******* your mom and took your land(you sure have to understand, he's a righteous Christian man)

Greed- don't want more and don't try,or you will surely roast,
your life should be sacrifice, only Jesus needs a Porche.

Oh and I almost forgot, Noone likes to **** a Sloth.

If you abide by these rules,
You'd avoid a lot of fun.
But as a righteous Christian fool,
That's a job that's all but done.

I cling
to my vice
because it is
the only constant
in a world
that seems to move on
without me.

To stand still
is to fall back.

Back into that hole
I've been living in.
Not stuck,
for I have always
been capable
of calling for help.

But I have been called higher,
deeper,
cleaner.

My new constant
should be the knowledge
of my struggle.
I am free to refuse,
to stay still,
but at what cost?

My sanctity
will cost me
everything.

I am not
the version of myself
that will be called
holy
heroic
courageous
I am called to conversion
day, after day,
after day.

Teach me to wade.
I can't swim,
so guide me in
to my ankles
my knees
my waist

Prepare my lungs
to be submerged
for I can't stand
on dry land
much longer.

My purity
lies past the horizon
and, little by little,
I will make my way.