Wrath (Seven Deadly Sins 7/7)

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Blood, Death, Pain.

So much more follows the rain

As their lifeless bodies lay upon the ground

With their lungs crushed, and bones scattered around

I lay and watch as they breathe their exhausted breath

Too little too late

As they prepare for their final rest

They all fall before me: Greed, Envy, Lust

And the rest follow before me

Hatred

That's what I breed

And with that

Comes more of that which sins seek

No one can escape me

We are an unstoppable army of hatred

The reason we exist is simply to bring forth the desires of mortals

And punish them later for what they've done

Living a life void of sin

Is simply impossible

And as with most of our lives that come to be

Our first sin is on me.

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