III: Deadly Sins

An unquenchable thirst for that which they cannot retain.
A smouldering fire behind licentious eyes.
An inflated ego, epitomized in notoriety.
A golden lust, coveted in solitude.
An eternal slumber with a lethargic intellect.
A bolt of vehemence amidst shadowed waters.
A shattered yearning grown bitter within starvation.

The End

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