[Series: Seven Deadly Sins (SDS)/Poem type: villanelle]
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Find peace within the narcotic gloom,
Sage men know not to keep their demons in unrest,
For the hands of darkness will soften their doom,
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Grave men's chest heave against pride's hellish tomb,
Though fire licks their lungs, they struggle against
finding peace within the narcotic gloom,
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Though good men have dined in pride's vain room,
they fight with gleaming honor and to repent,
Lest the hands of darkness soften their doom,
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Foolish men's flame vanished, leaving an airy perfume,
time atrophied their willpower in harsh times of protest,
they found peace within the narcotic gloom,
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Young men breathe in naivetes' noxious fume,
Wandering sheep, they're snuffed with no defense,
Soon the hands of darkness will soften their doom,
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Body and soul weary from the danger that looms,
Papery skin swathed in blood so immense,
That they found peace within the narcotic gloom,
and the hands of darkness will soften their doom