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Seven deadly sins: Gluttony


I want, I take. Give me more

Money, time. It's all a bore

I never think. I always do

I leave. Take away from you

Drink and make merry. That's always fun

But will I stop. I'll never be done

I do way to much. So you call me greedy

I take and I take. Does that make me greedy.

I'm just the second. There's five more left

I guess for the wicked. We don't have much rest

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