[Series: Seven Deadly Sins (SDS)/Poem type: Shakespearean sonnet]
His soft, low breath knitted with silk finesse,
Beyond this Babylon he guided her,
His manna words are a hypnotic bass,
They covered her eyes with a rich allure,
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A hungry, plotting beast Mammon is not,
He's a messiah, soothing earth's desires,
With his worldly kin, order they have brought,
Gold touch the earth, refine it with hell's fire,
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But glass breaks and reality caves in,
Rash flame ignites her soul into embers,
A boorish wolf she is, with shackles thinned,
And the hands below pull her to nether,
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But there isn't any life apart from him,
For the light above her has slowly dimmed