Benjamin James Amiel Poems

Seven sins reside within a human heart, seven sins made by the grip of Satan on our fragile human heart. But let me ask thou this my dear son: why are they considered so evil, so demonic, these seven sins?
Why must it be a sin to take pride in ones hard work?
Why consider it a sin to lose one self in anger when thy self loved one has been done so wrong that they couldn't bear the pain no more and breathe their last breath?
Why must envy seem so bad, to wish for what others have, to dream of a better life to wish for more?
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