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The prediction is easy
with your predilections
The seven deadly sins
Where I go
You want to be
Hello,
like a hawk
Your eyes watch me
I can tell by glances
Meeting stares
when caught
unawares.

The wire in the blood
Frenzy at the mere
Scent of contrition
The basic laws
of attraction
Repels its own
Image, thus
Entrapment.

Plotting,
Pious
And
Unforgiving
Relentless
Hunt me
Endlessly
The dark forces
Artfully dodging grace
Will have their way
And I struggle
Gasping for
Repent.

The vacuous holes
That are the hungry seven
Won't stop till they
Convince you
They ate your whole soul
Which by its very
definition is impossible
Yet very few know.

I have died five
out of the seven times
The two shall save me
From my self
And I will stand comfortably
in your unnerving gaze.