Just Three Sins

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There’s another raging war,
A conflict in my mind,
Both sides fight and battle hard,
The truth is hard to find.

There’s a skirmish in my head,
Revival of a lost fight,
It only ends when all are dead,
And those remain envy light.

Sloth – it consumes my waking breath.
Envy – it’s swallowing my soul.
Lust – it feeds my aching desire.
Just three sins closer to my death.

There’s a bunker being built,
A ridge across my brain,
No place for pride, envy, or guilt,
Just anger and the rain.

Pride – it cushions my fall.
Gluttony – it satisfies my hunger.
Greed – it coaxes me further.
Just three sins to end it all.

There’s scars on my memory,
And they refuse to heal,
Led by jealous authority,
Who lack the form to feel.

Anger ( – consumes my waking breath.)
Anger ( – swallowing my soul.)
Anger ( – feeds my desire.)
Just three sins until my death.

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