You Are Not "The," but You Are "Mine"
We're in this together
1. Greed, come to Me, You are Mine
2. I know and see what You do
3. Your trouble’s easy to find
4. You don’t need me to be strict
5. Nor for Me to be too kind
6. You and Your babes are not “The”
7. Come to Me, for You are “Mine”
1. Gluttony, come here, You’re Mine
2. I know Your taste are refined
3. I know You feel bad at times
4. You knew before it happened
5. That You felt compelled to it
6. I’m sorry for your aching
7. Come to Me, for You are “Mine”
1. Pride, come to Me, You are Mine
2. I can understand Your pain
3. We all want what is better
4. To not be looked down upon
5. Your best is not meant for them
6. Now please share with me Your worst
7. Come to Me, for You are “Mine”
1. Sloth, come to Me, You are Mine
2. I don’t want You to feel down
3. It hurts to always be rushed
4. The world adds to Your pressure
5. I’m here to make You feel safe
6. Let’s try to rest Together
7. Come to Me, for You are “Mine”
1. Lust, come to Me, You are Mine
2. I can truly understand
3. At times You never feel full
4. You even feel abandoned
5. You’re always looking outwards
6. Let Me help You to feel loved
7. Come to Me, for You are “Mine”
1. Envy, come to Me, You’re Mine
2. Before, I’ve felt the venom
3. I’ve felt the desire for more
4. I know the entitlement
5. I know you feel neglected
6. I will neglect you no more
7. Come to Me, for You are “Mine”
1. Wrath, come to Me, You are Mine
2. I know that you feel slighted
3. I know that you feel dismissed
4. I know that you want justice
5. I know you feel mistreated
6. Let’s end this cycle of pain
7. Come to Me, for You are “Mine”
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Again, I love it - this one has a more melancholy feel to me - I would love link backs to the previous poems in the series for ease of reference, though. ;)