Will thy soul to tread the path of Cain
That it reeks of Shylocks pound of gain
Thy deeds engraved upon thou name
The Seven Sins of fame
A mighty beast of burden the soul
Angels and demons engage its fold
Ghastly, opaque and cold
The Seven Semitic Sins of old
Oh! Gluttony, Wicked Greed, Behold Envy!
Ay! Revenge and Lust, Consuming Hate and Foul Adultery
Though it finds place in this poetry
Within you it becomes deadly
Fly not at their onslaught
In their web Iscariot was caught
Oer’ the seven, victory I sought
Ay and nay as I lay in decay
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