It was a pleasure to burn

I’m raging with ire, an ocean of fire,
My Wrath is the path to all I desire.
I’m inflated with pride, near bursting inside,
A self-centered repenter, Vanity’s bride.
I’m mired in mud, inert as a slug,
Sloth is the cloth that’s woven my rug.
I eat day and night, consuming all in my sight,
A Glutton with nothing, but a huge appetite.
My will I ignore, My Envy’s a chore,
Over-zealous and jealous, I want so much more.
I’m ravenous to feast, an insatiable beast,
I concede to the Greed demanding release.
I hunger for trust; my craving’s a must,
My sin is the Zin enslaving my Lust.

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