The Devils Daughter

The Devils Daughter

A Poem by AWickedMoon
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Until they taste her lustful lips

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The Devils Daughter

With a pretty smile, a body to make a train stop dead in its tracks,

With her skin so soft and her cleavage exposed, yet no one will ever know,

Until they taste her lustful lips,

Pride consumes you as she walks with you at your hip,

You must be grand to be able to with stand,

Until the envy sets in as she wanders another man,

Driven by your anger you dabble your fingers in that man’s life,

But there are so many, all sent to steal her from you,

In this greed you feel a thirst, the thirst for more,

Gluttony takes over he will orchestrate the dirty work,

As the madness pulls you closer, you no longer pray,

You have become a sloth to your church,

And have been missing for days,

As she runs her finger along your chest and you think of victory,

Until she sheds her skin,

A menacing smile takes her face,

Out of options, out of time, now come with us as you have died…

Realization that you have sinned sets in.

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Lust, Pride, Envy, Anger, Greed, Gluttony, Sloth

© 2013 AWickedMoon


Author's Note

AWickedMoon
Let me know what you think! (Also I'm not religious but I tried to get the sins right)

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With a pretty smile, a body she ran for miles,



Her skin so soft and Her cleavage softly exposed, yet no one will ever know,



Until they see her lustful lips,



Pride consumes you as she walks out not at your hip,



You must be grand to be able to withstand,



Until the envy sets in as she wander with another man,



Driven by anger you dabble your fingers in that man’s life,



But there are so many who want to steal her from you,



Yet in this greed you feel the thirst, the thirst for more,



Gluttony takes over he orchestrate the dirty work,



As you do your Sanity became farther, and you no longer pray,



You have become a sloth in life and in soul



And have been missing for days,



As she runs her finger across your chest, in sick fantasy you think of victory,



Until you shed her skin,



A menacing smile takes your face,



Out of options, out of time, now come with us as she has died…



Realization that you have sinned sets in.


My suggestion. But doesn't make it any better than you already have.

Always,

Matthew


Posted 11 Years Ago


AWickedMoon

11 Years Ago

Thank you! I did choose some and fixed the others. :)
Matthew Kult

11 Years Ago

Outstanding!
Hello Jade,

I love the idea just think you need to reread, switch some of the wording around and you will have a cruel delight. Good read regardless.

Always,

Matthew
A.

Posted 11 Years Ago


AWickedMoon

11 Years Ago

I thought it didn't look right would you mind pointing out which words don't work?

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