Envy cursed their battefield. Anger raged from within the blades of the soldiers, as it torments life. Gluttony shoots its arrow, striking the King as he feasts. Love failed to dismantle lust. Kingdom virgins had faded away like the lives of their soldiers. Battle roars on. Sloth commences the King. Honor had been killed. Hope was distinguished. Battle over, the kingdom lay in ruins. Pride had been defeated.
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I would like to translate this poem