BreakCanon
07-20-07, 03:07 PM
What I need to know from you fine people here at SOHH is whether or not the other 4 are worth pursuing...
Gluttony
Take a dip in the seven deadly seas of dissonance,
Prepare your mess halls for the liquor and nicotine fix ritual,
Sensory messes impress on me the urgency of selection,
Ingest what you wish, but at your own risk without any protection,
Misdirection, the vultures bridge the gulf between sicknesses,
Relinquish your weekends to gluttony in the deep end,
The steep end of the mountain is the lesser trend,
So feed to your hearts contentment up around the bend.
Lust
Put your trust in your heart, and don’t think with your head,
Rather, act on the instincts nature bestowed upon you instead,
Covet the neighbors wife, ‘cause you that knows she was asking,
For a dip in her inkpad, the poems should send you packing,
Ship you off to sublime ecstasy, fleeing from the feelings,
Of unmerciful pain with which the world keeps you reeling,
It’s seething, unbelievable, better than any liquid oblivion,
How good it feels to move about like a pig wallowing in sin.
Pride
Ego, the great historical needle threading the past into present,
Great men and women alike share the same crooked descendents,
A healthy does of perception pertaining to the winds of change,
They can catch the coattails of history and ride the gilded parade,
Hubris, not to be outdone by the fates the gods have held in store,
Those who do great things heard circumstance knocking at the door,
And though they may be tyrants, genocidal rulers of the masses,
It is impossible to deny their legacy.
Gluttony
Take a dip in the seven deadly seas of dissonance,
Prepare your mess halls for the liquor and nicotine fix ritual,
Sensory messes impress on me the urgency of selection,
Ingest what you wish, but at your own risk without any protection,
Misdirection, the vultures bridge the gulf between sicknesses,
Relinquish your weekends to gluttony in the deep end,
The steep end of the mountain is the lesser trend,
So feed to your hearts contentment up around the bend.
Lust
Put your trust in your heart, and don’t think with your head,
Rather, act on the instincts nature bestowed upon you instead,
Covet the neighbors wife, ‘cause you that knows she was asking,
For a dip in her inkpad, the poems should send you packing,
Ship you off to sublime ecstasy, fleeing from the feelings,
Of unmerciful pain with which the world keeps you reeling,
It’s seething, unbelievable, better than any liquid oblivion,
How good it feels to move about like a pig wallowing in sin.
Pride
Ego, the great historical needle threading the past into present,
Great men and women alike share the same crooked descendents,
A healthy does of perception pertaining to the winds of change,
They can catch the coattails of history and ride the gilded parade,
Hubris, not to be outdone by the fates the gods have held in store,
Those who do great things heard circumstance knocking at the door,
And though they may be tyrants, genocidal rulers of the masses,
It is impossible to deny their legacy.