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.
I really like your poem. I only counted 5 sins in the poem though. I still like it though.
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I would like to translate this poem
To take a toll, upon my soul, oh yes great lines. we all have sins its good to have them its the people who think they dont have them are the ones who need the most help. good job. Becca