I'm guilty of my pride,
and gluttony of lust.
Envious of the sloth of wrath,
these 7 I do trust.
I built the walls I live within,
of my 7 deadly sins.
With not a thought of if they'll stop,
all I knows that they've begin.
To take a toll,
upon my soul,
as if it even matters.
Sin is sin the curse of men,
death will surely follow.
saint cynosure ( Ken Bennight )
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-7-sins/
