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The Seven Deadly Sins
  bullet   Vanity   bullet   Sloth   bullet   Gluttony
  bullet   Avarice   bullet   Wrath   bullet   Lust
  bullet   Envy   bullet   -------   bullet   -------
by Castor Pollux


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Vanity
Flights of Angels have not the beauty I,
Venus herself to me cannot compare;
The mirror cannot ever tell a lie,
No man could ever catch this lady fair.
The only one to please me is myself,
I am betrothed to no one else but me;
Eternal beauty is my only wealth,
To touch myself is vibrant extacy!
Let no one ever come at me to scorn,
The mirror I will turn towards thier face;
I am the sin that curses the unborn,
And takes away the hope of any grace.
Just ask, my friends, and then you shall receive,
Enraptured by the mirrors make believe...

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Sloth
Enraptured by the mirrors make believe,
I while away my days upon this swing;
I have no care, or suffer not to grieve,
Without a thought of what the future brings.
Why should I care or give a second glance?
Am I the type to stir and motivate?
Now come and join me in my slothful dance,
And live together in this blissful state.
T'is every sin must have a little price,
Every taker has a debt to pay;
Common and put your busy life on ice,
And let your fortune dwindle where it may.
Say to hell with responsibility,
Embracing our compatibility...

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Gluttony
Embracing our compatibility,
Seems silly if you do not wish to share;
I make a meal of my insanity,
And if you want a slice, you best beware!
You have one life, so try and live it up,
Stuff yourself on food of every kind;
The grapes of wrath will fill our loving cup,
As vomitus collects so we can dine.
In here we suffer very little waste,
T'is we ourselves that bear the wieght of sin;
I ponder how delicious you will taste,
I'll savor every morsel on your skin.
There might be those that say I'm very fat,
Possessing all the nine lives of a cat...

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Avarice
Possessing all the nine lives of a cat,
Has never bought me jewelry or a gown;
Now love and diamonds, that is where it's at,
Control the cash, and then you run the town.
Since when has Gold or Silver caused you pain?
Has money ever really caused you strife?
Let's jump aboard and ride the gravey train,
I swear the green will straighten up your life.
Something for nothing, that sounds pretty good,
Packing a fistful of those Benjamins;
Dip in that savings, you know that you should,
Before you know it, you'll want to again.
Common Sugar Daddy, cough up that dough,
For wealth and riches make the world go...

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Wrath
For wealth and riches make the world go,
I hope you do not buy that pack of lies;
My hatred really gets the blood to flow,
T'is vengeful anger milks the guilty dry.
If you've been wronged then I'm the one to call,
And don't you fret about those two dark graves;
It's tooth for tooth, says God, if I recall,
To deal such hateful spite we are enslaved.
If I be wrath, you wont forget my name,
To see me means that soon your time is near;
Believe or not, to me, it's just the same,
Your screams will not be heard inside of here.
Yes, I am Wrath, and never will regret,
Redemption lost, I will collect the debt...

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Lust
Redemption lost, I will collect the debt,
And O how sweet it is to fit the bill;
I long to ravish you, but not just yet,
Our passion rises as we take our fill.
My breasts they long to feel your gentle kiss,
I see the way that you are watching me;
Forsaking all in this eternal bliss,
In letting passion set our conscience free.
Your lips they beg to touch my silken flesh,
My nipples growing harder with this thought;
With skin on skin our bodies now enmesh,
To taste the fruit which both of us have got.
An image of me in your mind encrust,
Such satisfaction gained from all this lust...

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Envy
Such satisfaction gained from all this lust,
To soon will fade like other memories;
The stuff you have are better things to trust,
I wish them mine, though this could never be.
I scorn the fools that have the things I want,
A yearning builds inside that I can't hide;
Forgive me if I come across to blunt,
I'm covetous of things on every side.
I am not satisfied with what I own,
Those things of yours I value even more;
Consuming Envy took the life I'd known,
'Till I no longer knew what life was for.
At least I've kept my youth, I can't deny,
Flights of Angels have not the beauty I...

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