Gluttony [fear of success]

The eyes that lie 
from inside 
the constraints of time,
exercise the right to fly 
away with souls and keep rhyme
and rhythm to themselves. They describe 
why we cry
and break ties 
that bind the blue sky 
and clouds high.

The lips that purse for one kiss, 
hard to resist 
the urge to break fists 
and hug with these twists 
in this love and we bitch 
that it's rough, 
and it's tough
To keep shit in check with no grub

The tongue that moves in a slow burn, 
seems hard to return
The quips in some form of concern 
with nothing left to yearn
For in the end we all burn,
but some are reborn 
and have left tattered and torn 
with no retort, 
and one last resort.

The body is unchained, 
and it seems we've remained
the cavemen we hate, 
we've been told to restate 
our purpose and relate 
our actions, here's a rebate 
on humanity
don't try to dictate my sanity.

With evil laced in my breath 
I think that these steps
Get closer to each check 
and balance, I'm on the crest
of a wave that I can't catch,
and I fall into the rift of Gluttony, 
so fucking sue me.

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