Sinner
Your skin is peeling from your bones.
Your eyes have swollen from your skull.
You can cover the smell with perfume—but the rot will always be there;
just under the surface.
Waiting for your thin mask to decay.
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Anger is incandescent with fire.
Sloth allures with the ease of quiet.
Lust and greed welcome you with open arms, all fine silk and golden jewels.
Gluttony showers the ruse of plenty.
Envy is the color of a forest in the early morning, with dew fresh on the leaves,
and pride says
Of course we are beautiful.
How else would we
make
you
fall?
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You swore to your parents that you would be virtuous.
The things you've done come to you in the night and whisper.
You lied.
You lied.
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