Pouring heavily upon my skin
The crimson blood bloom like vines
Fill this can salvation,
As gluttony casts a bloated shadow,
feed me more my seething greed,
My pride is dared beheaded...
seething wrath is hiding
inside this nook untold
where vows are soaked in water.
Should I need to bathe in light
sloth becomes a worthy servant,
Drown! Laugh! Intoxicate!
This envy becomes my terror
I lust for dawn to clothe
and bring my warrior back.
Kill these demons and sheath
the swords to each his own.
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