seven deadly sins

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Your excessive belief in yourself

Makes my stomach sick 

You feel so tall yet you're so small

You have a huge alter ego

That's why you ain't my amigo


You want what I have

Still you can't because you're not glad

Although you're surrounded by food and baths


You've got a diamond

Still you want the whole mine

You're satisfied 

Still you're empty


You can't look at a naked woman

Without interpretating her art

Without having bad intentions


You're so full of wrath

I give you love but don't return back

Instead you discontently shout


You can't really see harmony or your health

Instead you want goods and wealth

Why won't you accept my help?


And if you ever ask

Why do I wonder the deadly sins

Were written upon you

Read above and tell me soon


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