SinfulA Poem by Emily
Lust,Greed
Gluttony,Sloth Pride, Envy Wrath I'm pretty sure I've committed them all. The only way to escape my fate Is to subscribe to a new set of rules Rules I've already broken. How can they accept me? A new life is guaranteed Thousands take the offer, But old habits die hard. I know I'm a sinner, But at least I'm not the only one. "Give me your tired, Your poor, Your huddled masses..." And I'll give them hope. Is that what it is? Is that what I need? Or am I just a sinner, Destined to go down? © 2014 Emily |
StatsAuthorEmilyCAAboutHey, I'm Emily. I go to Los Angeles Valley College, and I write poetry and some short stories. In my free time, I draw, play video games, and play with my dogs Zeke and Roscoe. Zeke is a Great Dane/Bo.. more..Writing
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