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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