"Sins and a runners path" (poem)

The sweet taste of sin
do you have what it takes to win


Filled with lust and greed
will you be able to feed, wrath
planted like a seed, and beginning to breed.


Gluttony in all its might,
deavour the night.


Will you always be the same,
playing the tiresome old game.


Are you to week to change, filled with rage.


Everything pickes up pace,
will you be able to face,
the neverending race,
If not, i rest my case.


You run and run, cuz you can never outgun,
or undo, saying that you wanted to
Now, what will you do?


You poor pathetic paranoid, you savege but undestroyed.


I will watch when you, will throw you to the ground,
you poor pathetic hound.


Everything always comes to and end,
that is a rule you wont be able to bend.