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beautyqueen 639


The Seven Deadly Sins


Vanity
Envy
Gluttony
Wrath
Greed
SlothLust
Mortal sins
That cannot be forgiven

Eve was cast out
Because of temptation
Juliet died
Because of heartbreak
Cassiopeia was to vain
Became a constellation
Joan was captured
and couldn't escape

So far we've come
No one can win
You can't escape them
The Seven Deadly Sins

Submitted: Thursday, October 31, 2013
Edited: Friday, November 01, 2013

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  • Adeline Foster (4/8/2014 4:20:00 PM)

    Wow, I thought I was old, but at least I was born in the twentieth century. Can't imagine what it could be like to have been a beautyqueen in the seventh century. Read my poem - Bloom of Youth -
    Adeline (Report) Reply

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