The seven deadly sins must be.
Reserved for Cardinals and such
who are completely out of touch
with everyday reality
For they believe apparently.
That greed is asking far too much
but gluttony can be a crutch
for those who live in misery
And seeming sloth could be M.E.
Rendered blind by their own pride,
They raise their voice in righteous wrath.
I think perhaps they envy me
because I do not have to hide
my sins. I’m free to choose my path.
18-Oct-08
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem