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The seven deadly virtues
Those nasty little traps
Oh, no, my liege,
They were not meant for me

The seven deadly virtues
Were made for other chaps
Who love a life of failure and ennui

Take courage
Now there's a sport
An invitation to the state of rigor mort

And purity, a noble yen
And very restful every now and then

I find humility means to be hurt
It's not the earth the meek inherit,
It's the dirt

Honestly is fatal, it should be taboo
Diligence a fate I should hate
If charity means giving, I give it to you
And fidelity is only for your mate

No, you'll never find a virtue
When statusing my quo
Or making my beelzebubble burst

Let others take the high road
I will take the low
I cannot wait to rush in
Where angels fear to go

With all those seven deadly virtues
Free and happy little me has not..been...cursed!

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