--S7ven Deadly Sins--

But today they still remain in society.
We see each sin, every single day. Whether we take pride in our appearance, want for something that belongs to another, or wish damnation upon all, we are sinning.

Just how many sins can you relate to? What makes you want, or lust, or hate?
Take some time out to look around and tell us what you think?

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~http://darkwrite.mysite.wanadoo-members.co.uk/page8.html
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-http://darkwrite.mysite.wanadoo-members.co.uk/page2.html

--Modern Slavery--

ARM'D with thy sad last gift—the pow'r to die,

Thy shafts, stern fortune, now I can defy;

Thy dreadful mercy points at length the shore,

Where all is peace, and men are slaves no more;

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This weapon, ev'n in chains, the brave can wield,

And vanquish'd, quit triumphantly the field;

Beneath such wrongs let pallid MEN's live,

Such they can perpetrate, and may forgive.

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Yet while I tread that gulph's tremendous brink,

Where nature shudders, and where beings sink,

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Ere yet this hand a life of torment close,

And end by one determin'd stroke my woes,

Is there a fond regret, which moves my mind

To pause, and cast a ling'ring look behind?

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O my lov'd bride! For I have call'd thee mine,

Dearer than life, whom I with life resign,

For thee ev'n here this faithful heart shall glow,

A pang shall rend me, and a tear shall flow.

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How shall I soothe thy grief, since fate denies

Thy pious duties to my closing eyes?

I cannot clasp thee in a last embrace,

Nor gaze in silent anguish on thy face;

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I cannot raise these fetter'd arms for thee,

To ask that mercy heav'n denies to me;

Yet let thy tender breast my sorrows share,

Bleed for my wounds, and feel my deep despair.

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Yet let thy tears bedew a wretch's grave,

Whom fate forbade thy tenderness to save.

Receive these sighs—to thee my soul I breathe;

Fond love in dying groans is all I can bequeathe.

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~~London: W. Flexney, 1775~~

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-http://www.brycchancarey.com/slavery/dying.htm

--Watching & Waiting of A Pursuer--

You are the town and we are the clock.

We are the guardians of the gate in the rock

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The Two;

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On your left and on your right

In the day and in the night,

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I am watching YOU.

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Wiser not to ask just what has occurred

To them who disobeyed our word;

To those

We were the whirlpool, we were the reef,

We were the formal nightmare, grief

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And the unlucky MAN.

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Climb up the crane, learn the sailor's words

When the ships from the islands laden with birds

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Come in

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Tell your stories of fishing and other men's wives:

The expansive moments of constricted lives

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In the lighted Den.

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But do not imagine we do not know

Nor that what you hide with such care won't show

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At a glance

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Nothing is done, nothing is said,

But don't make the mistake of believing ME dead:

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I shouldn't dance.

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We're afraid in that case you'll have a fall.

We've been watching you over the garden wall

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For hours.

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The sky is darkening like a stain

Something is going to fall like rain

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And it won't be YOU.

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When the green field comes off like a lid

Revealing what was much better hid:

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Unpleasant.

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And look, behind you without a sound

The woods have come and are standing round

In deadly crescent.

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The bolt is sliding in its groove,

Outside the window is the black remov-

ers van.

And now with sudden swift emergence

Comes the women in dark glasses and the humpbacked surgeons

And the scissor man.

This might happen any day

So be careful what you say

Or do.

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Be clean, be tidy, oil the lock,

Trim the garden, wind the clock,

Remember the Two.......

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~http://www.cs.rice.edu/~ssiyer/minstrels/poems/427.html

--The Deadly Insomniac--

SLEEP is a friend I have fallen out with,

I wish she would come back to me.

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I bring her Valerian, milk and honey,

I plead with her, I promise her dreams.

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I wander the house listening for her voice

lisping in the cupboards, beyond the walls.

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She has sent me here, it's not the same

as the world by day.

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I have no friends.

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I am alone in slumbering rooms

with snoring chairs and bare faced clocks

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I used to love her velvet arms,

her fur kisses, her soundless caves.

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If only she would tell me what I'd done

and what it is she wants from me.

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~~By Julia Darling~~

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-http://www.diamondtwig.co.uk/poems/insomnia.html

--Euro 2008--

I will not hate you.
Hate makes you an intimate part of me.
You mortgage my thoughts.
You become a germ in the heart of me.
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I will not hate you.
I give you my thoughts by my loathing.
You garment my mind
In a shabby and irritant clothing.
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By hating I give you
Hours too precious, filched from another.
By hating I bind you
Closer to me than the love of a brother.
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You curdle my sight.
You tint the world gray, if I let you.
I can not love you.
I will not hate. let me forget you.

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~~By Gloria M~~

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~http://www.euro2008.uefa.com/index.html

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~http://www.gamblingtherapy.org/ShowThread.aspx?ID=511038&Page=1

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--粽子...你吃,我看.......--

--Happy Father's Day--

Only a dad with a tired face,

Coming home from the daily race,

Bringing little of gold or fame

To show how well he has played the game;

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But glad in his heart that his own rejoice

To see him come and to hear his voice.

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Only a dad with a brood of four,

One of ten million men or more

Plodding along in the daily strife,

Bearing the whips and the scorns of life,

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With never a whimper of pain or hate,

For the sake of those who at home await.

Only a dad, neither rich nor proud,

Merely one of the surging crowd,

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Toiling, striving from day to day,

Facing whatever may come his way,

Silent whenever the harsh condemn,

And bearing it all for the love of them.

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Only a dad but he gives his all,

To smooth the way for his children small,

Doing with courage stern and grim

The deeds that his father did for him.

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This is the line that for him I pen:

Only a dad, but the best of men.

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~~By Edgar A. Guest (1916)~~

-http://poetry.about.com/od/poems/l/blguestonlyadad.htm