Virtues - All 7 Of'Em Poem by Tinnie Moe

I'm not gonna temper
I'm not to control
This flourishing Nemesis
that wants to burn whole

I let her see, nor not in a dream
the faces of all my daemns

Leviathan first - or could it be Mammon
that thrives my own thirst

I sold my soul for the first passing mirror
for truely I shine next to Belfagor's roar

Our paragon would be unmending
and Gula awakening for evermore more'n more

For nothing is endless
except endless itself

and none stay more helpless
-I do laugh at-
Fides and Spess.