Keep The Seven Out.
Strip!
The soul needs it in succession.
The pomp of Pride is just a lump of glory;
Plug it out as the burden of
power.
Greed is a vamp vetting your void.
Divest yourself of desire as the load of Greed,
To replenish deliverance, earned in time.
Envy is ever an evil enchantress;
Evict it once for all as an encroachment,
To endear the environment at one’s beck and call.
Wrath is a replica of rage and rudeness;
A mind freed from ruining wrath,
Raises radiant hopes to last for a lifetime.
Lust is a mindless minstrel with libertine lyrics;
Debunk his dreams with daring
thoughts.
Sloth is a sickening bodyguard stuck to your sedation;
Terminate Sloth as a termite of the wood.
Gluttony eats away your life at your expense.
Keep him at bay for a kinetic spray,
And cross all hurdles that stumble your sway.
Life for sure, is Heaven with out the Seven;
As the stripped soul is set out for the safe haven.
P.Chandrasekaran
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