The Walking Dead
Pain oozes out of their souls
Wearing tattered clothes that leave them exposed
Walking toward their death with every step
Humanity begins to slip out of their minds
Consumed dressed in purple bruises
They fall to their knees, praying for relief
The Seven Deadly Sins
Vanity is on the bathroom wall, over the sink
Dressed in a narcissistic smile
Walking with noses higher than the sky
Narcissism lies beneath the surface
Wearing a cloak of shame
The self-concern is beginning to emerge
Pride
Pride takes lives
Wearing a crown all the time
Running for the crowd high
Egos walk among us
Wearing gold and silver clothes
Intimidating all that walk pass
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