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Wages Of Sin


How much profit

have you made

on your greed

 

The bursar 

of hell

wants to know

 

How has your

 avarice

live unrestrained

 

A glutton

those starving

in tow

 

How many times

have you dealt

from the bottom

 

Betting

the players

were blind

 

Sleeving that ace

that sends

you to hell

 

In debt

to the devil

—consigned

 

(Villanova University: November, 2023)

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