Sins in the Sand

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
A poem based off the seven deadly sins.

Submitted: January 11, 2017

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Submitted: January 11, 2017



Early in the time of unprime shined in the now, I listen to the sounds in thy mind,

Ill voices they speak of ties to the sighs to create signs so fossilized,

Grim dine to reply to the cries of the kind unwanted to the mind,

High in time to realize the sighs that thou hath uttered through slices of pie.


To the terribly troubled tantrums thy twin has faced through in such fuse,

Hell he has caused to those that used to be around thee,

Death was upon the behemoth mothed from his state of walk and talk,

Eerily he doth diligent deeds then death took his life out of impunity.


Ardor for more scored and tore too many in her state of core,

Donor thy doth into snore as she soon gave birth to a newborn,

Loads of molds made by the “products” sold by the cold cashed roomie,

Yole was told as the way he pulled the customers from their gold to thy.


Such potential perpetuity passed to phenomenality of a person,

Indulging in internal idealism portrayed in the inanimate ignorant mirror,

Negligent female festering in the refrigerator full of food for the feeding,

Overeating becomes the ordinary oval shaped proceeding to regurgitating, then swallowing.


Finishing mentioning bickering about younglings playing messing testing thou ability of functioning,

Killing draining drinking meaning to feel the feeling of youth is growing as the younglings are graving,

Eternity has seen my need to speak of the sinners of those like me to ensure the safety of the kiddies,

Nullified by Death, howEver so Saturated by Pure Arbitrary Ideals of false Rhetorical hope, of G.


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