A lion's face with diamond eyes
So high above your human skies
A hidden place, a deft disguise
A master's mask woven of lies
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The fool, he fools even himself
Imagining his endless wealth
He thinks himself the king of stealth
He's stealing from his own good health
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By buying goods already sold
Once more, we're brought into the fold
He owns these woods is what we're told
But sickness now is taking hold
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When he falls for his fantasy
Where he's the lord of land and sea
The ground, it turns to sand and he
He falls so far that he's set free
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He falls from grace and gets his chance
To cease, for once, his endless dance
Alas, you see, for he is proud
This sin of his, he has allowed
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He likes the way his mind does twist
He thinks his soul is shadow-kissed
Inflation is his natural right
If you but had the gift of sight
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You too might know his wisdom then
The sight of God wielding a pen
That's all he is, now don't you see?
An instrument - of Destiny!
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This is the first in a series of seven poems on the Seven Deadly Sins; if you're interested, you can find the other six here: Lust, Wrath, Sloth, Gluttony, Envy, Greed.
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Insinq Datum
I'm an aspiring poet, author and philosopher. I run a 5000+ debating community on Discord and a couple of Youtube channels, one related to the Discord server and one related to my work as a philosopher. I am also the author of DMTheory.
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