It's over now,
Why even try?
What is the point?
Our life has died.
The things we had,
The thoughts we harbored.
Our life is dead.
And you don't care.
It's left outside,
It broke apart.
I knew it would,
Right from the start.
What to do now?
What do you know?
Is this the end?
Where do I go?
It's not our fault,
Don't start with Hate.
Until the end,
We're controlled by Fate.
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lust, greed, glutony, and sloth these are four of the seven deadly sins yet quiet a few people fill these emotions daily and over half of the people that do fill it give in.