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Matter of Locusts,
An antidote this world deserves.
“These deeds are unjust!”
But hypocrisy comes from nerves.
First comes Wrath, the Banter of Blades.
For blood in their hands are in us all.
Us Locusts, to your messes are maids,
Clean and scraped, and down they fall.
Second is Envy, with their one darting eye.
Their frenzied comparisons are no stranger.
The gap between us will blossom and fly.
Scrambling to best it, their strength will waver.
Third is Lust, ill from their many mates.
They will never know more than pleasure.
Let their latest partner serve us on plates,
We are medicine, their long-lost treasure.
Fourth is the friend, as Greed holds a hand.
But this filth is past a bond for transaction.
They will squander it all in their rotten land,
We will strip them of wealth, for damnation.
Fifth is Pride, for they are an abundance.
Frantic to share their “wisdom”, pathetic.
Let us cover their faces, even with reluctance.
So willing to spread, silence will be anetic.
Sixth is Sloth, barely lifting an arm to greet.
If the sky is caving, they will assume it is no big deal.
Crawl into their skin for their effort to meet,
Never sleep, never be still again, for our appeal.
Finally was Gluttony, an appetite left insatiated.
Such hunger will consume bones out of air.
Crawl down their mouths ‘til we are eradicated.
After we come back home, will you still be there?
Matter of Locusts,
An antidote this world was served.
“Look what you did to the serfs!”
Either way, I hope you never learned.
As I believe their deeds will never reach you.
あなたはまだ生きている、(You are still alive,)
and I am too.
And I guess being free of sin only makes us two.
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