Avarice is boiling
In an afterlife of oil,
Selfishly recoiling,
Trying hard not to recoil,
Letting yet another
Altruistic charity,
Open up the other
Manacle, punitively….
Jealousy is under,
Freezing water; being held,
Causing even thunder
To be silently withheld,
Alongside a blindness,
Enviously, by and by,
Empathic kindness
Nullifies an elfin eye…
Arrogance is breaking
Every limb upon the wheel,
Harrowingly shaking,
Undeniably surreal,
Searing in sensation
And in pain for evermore,
Humility’s creation
Is a god-like saboteur…
Excess forces vipers,
Rats and toads, all to be fed,
Almost like the piper
Had deliberately misled,
Every single rodent,
To a penalty of sins,
Praying for the moment
When the temperance begins...
Fury draws and quarters
In an endlessly ricochet,
Dirtying the waters
As the anchors rip away,
Severing the pieces,
A relinquishing of hope,
Everything releases,
In a patient envelope...
Torpor's only ever
Flung into a pit of fangs,
Stymied, by whatever
Adder, seemingly harangues.
Climbing even clawing,
At the edges of the earth
Consciously ignoring
How much diligence is worth...
Want's entirely under
Every ember's burning stone,
Singeing, and one wonders
If Caligula had known,
Just how diabolic
The comeuppances can be,
Or how melancholic
When devoid of chastity...
©lycan
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