The Seventh Deadly Sin
Traitorous beloved, undeserving
of my affection, my misplaced faith, my love,
heed my voice through this unquenchable fire:
With my last breath I curse your mortal soul;
from hell's heart I stab at you; for hate's sake
I spit my final testament at you.
To you I bequeath the memory of pain,
the throat's constriction, the thorned abyss,
the hanged man by ravenous death devoured.
May you relive this suffering through dream,
in sleep so deep you cannot yourself wake,
but only scream your sanguinary fear.
Thus your tortured soul shall burn as do I,
and we, forever damned, shall be as one.