This deadly sin, a powerful sin
Has conquered my spirit
I just sit to hate, loathe, and be envious
This sin has absolute dominion over me
My psyche is too much a salve, trapped in this
Wrathful abyss; full of Pandora’s demons
Ready to attack and kill
A vacant soul has fallen
To my haughty sin.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I suppose this could have been written better, but it is hard to imagine it right now. This was just about right. I keep thinking there is something missing. Something intangible. That's why I gave it a 9. I'm just not sure. GW62