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One day in a world quite strange a face could be seen, It was tense and glum you could even say lean, In a window it hung, All day and all night, Through rain and snow, Through dark and light, 365 days a year, Till one day it shed a miniature tear,
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This unfortunate soul, This sad little boy, Could only feel pain, No pleasure, nor Joy, So he started to walk exploring this place, He wanted that pleasure, That smile on his face,
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He wondered east, he wondered west, He wondered for days without any rest, Just when he thought that all hope had gone, He couldn’t believe what he came upon, A staircase taller than the tallest tree, Even taller than the eye could see, A sign stood straight at the foot of the stair, In bold it read ‘BEWARE’, This staircase will lead you closer to heaven, But you must pass by doors one to seven,
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But the little boy didn’t heed the warning, Instead he walked as day was dawning, His feet kept walking on and on, Until he came upon the door numbered one, Written across the door in crimson red, Was the word WRATH or so the boy said, Loud screams issued from behind the doors face, So the little boy turned and quickened his pace,
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Climbing up steps one by one, He could no longer see from where he’d begun, Slowly he came to the door numbered two, He stood there wondering, should I go through? The door was edged with gold leaf as trim, Seeming to beckon to what lay within,
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The little boy opened the door just a crack, With a start and stumble the boy jumped back, What little could be seen in the crack in the door, All he could see were sacks of gold on the floor, The little boy rubbed his eyes in disbelief, As on the floor beneath the sacks, Were men and women with broken backs, The boy recoiled, And quickly looked round, There was GREED written in gold on the ground,
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He stumbled up seven more flights, He felt that he was at dizzying heights, Up ahead stood the door numbered three, He wondered if this one would set him free, But just as the door neared, His legs started acting weird, His feet felt heavy like lead, Could this phenomenon be all in his head?
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Scribbled on the door in black paint, Was SLOTH, which had become quite faint, He couldn’t be bothered to open the door, So he just proceeded to kneel on the floor, He pushed his eyes to keyhole very tight, He squinted and strained with all his might, Men and women were laid on their fronts, All he could hear were soft moans and grunts,
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The little boy followed the steps up and up, The door numbered four came upon him quite quick, It was wide and dark and looked very thick, He grabbed the handle in a very rough way, But his hands slipped they would not stay, To read what was written on the door was quite hard, It was GLUTTONY written in lard,
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The boy was moving quicker, Though this tale quite strange, Of adventure to come, He would have quite a range, The door numbered five was steeped in PRIDE, The door numbered six only had LUST inside,
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The door numbered seven was the most interesting of all, It was teeny and tiny and really small, Written on the door in tiny letters of green, Was ENVY small but easily seen, The door gave a creek as it opened wide, It was a damp, dark room inside, But wait what was that crouched in a corner, He squinted and strained then he saw her, A little girl no older than him, In a little white dress with red satin trim, The little girl started to cry,
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“I thought that I was going to die, I’ve been trapped for months and years”, She said holding back tiny tears, “I envied those from down below, So I packed my bags and left to go, Soon this staircase I found, Hoping it would lead me under ground, But this door beckoned me closer in, and told envy was my sin, Then you came though the door, And I knew my pain was no more”, “I was envious of those in heaven, But I had to pass by doors one to seven, So I guess that envy is my sin, Maybe that’s why I journeyed in,
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What became of this unfortunate boy And the sweet little girl Joy? Well they stay in that room forever, Were they sad not at all, not ever, For the little boy had found his Joy,
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One day in a world quite strange, two faces could be seen, They were smiling and happy and a little bit lean, In a window they hung, All day and all night, Through rain and snow, Through dark and light, 365 days a year, But they never shed a miniature tear.
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