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The seven deadly sins under the sea: Sloth. Art nouveau.

Inspired by [link]

I wrote a poem that is connected to these pictures:

The seven seas

Once upon a time, when living was a crime
Seven boxes were made, because people were afraid
To every box a golden key, steal it not or cursed you'll be
On the inside the haunting fears, sealed for once with angel tears
The seven sins stay hidden, though to release 'em is forbidden
On the seabed they all rest, from east to the dying sun in west
Seven sins and seven seas, seven mermaids to guard the keys

The purple mermaid of pride, for her beauty she could die
With vain she watches her reflection, and all she sees is perfection
The mirror and comb her trusted friends, unaware that beauty ends
To guard the key is her duty; it brings her vanity and desired beauty
But she falls under the spell, addicted to her beautiful prison cell
To protect the curse she would fight, the sin offers no contrite
The sin which has her in its power, still she ages every hour

Green with envy the mermaid three, holds in her possession another key
Never pleased, never glad, and wants what everybody else had
Beauty, wealth and youth she desires, searching for the lusty fires
Love and health, lust and luck, the power to make the thunder struck
She always wants more, from the seabed to the shore
But she is blind to what she’s got, always looking for the gold in the pot
And when she finds it, it falls into neglect, when she realise there are more things to collect

The box of wrath lies below, the Red Sea’s bloody flow
Guarded by the mermaid red, evil thoughts within her head
Her bloody lips tell the tale, where humans win the mermaids fail
Consumed by sin so deep and dark, their prisoner leaves an eternal mark
The cost for humans to be free, is that mermaids have to guard every key
And with the inherent mission, comes sacrifice and lost ambition
As a puppet on a string, the mermaids give in, and incarnate the sin

The mermaid of sloth never cares, she never wants, never compares
Lighten blue her key and tail, carefree and soft is her tale
No concern whatsoever, she could live on like this forever
Blowing bubbles that reach the sun, visit land just for fun
No fear of the dark, no responsibility, carelessness is her ability
The sin turned her into this, is it a curse or is it bliss?
Whichever one that is to prefer, the answer does not interest her

Yellow as the coins she collects, and the treasures that she protects
Is the mermaid of avarice and greed, that believes gold are all that she need
In her ears glistening gold, but the sparkle does not warm her soul so cold
Jewels of all kind she did collect, from several ships that have wrecked
The greedy voice makes her listen, to steal everything that glisten
Her material love will not pay, when with age her hair turns grey
All alone with silent gold, not as precious as the soul she sold

Orange is the sixth mermaid of sin, with a body that used to be thin
Sweets and confection she treats herself all day, more and more she will weigh
Sweet berries, seafood and candy’s on her list, for the delicious she cannot resist
The mermaid of gluttony spend her days, exploring the flavours, aroma and taste
From the sailors she would steal, wine, bread, every meal
And in the sea she could find, sushi, seaweed, clams combined
The key of hers makes her eat, a hunger hard to defeat

As a man you shall not trust, the seventh mermaid full of lust
Of darken blue shines her tail, to resist her you will fail
The mermen believe they stand a chance, drawn into her lustful dance
Now and then she sings in the bay, for with humans she wants to play
She rise upon land for nights of passion, but for men she lacks compassion
The sin she happily guards, makes her the queen of heart in cards
She practise the sin she is supposed to guard, she practise it sweaty, she practise it hard

Description
The seven deadly sins under the sea: Sloth. Art nouveau.

Inspired by [link]

I wrote a poem that is connected to these pictures:

The seven seas

Once upon a time, when living was a crime
Seven boxes were made, because people were afraid
To every box a golden key, steal it not or cursed you'll be
On the inside the haunting fears, sealed for once with angel tears
The seven sins stay hidden, though to release 'em is forbidden
On the seabed they all rest, from east to the dying sun in west
Seven sins and seven seas, seven mermaids to guard the keys

The purple mermaid of pride, for her beauty she could die
With vain she watches her reflection, and all she sees is perfection
The mirror and comb her trusted friends, unaware that beauty ends
To guard the key is her duty; it brings her vanity and desired beauty
But she falls under the spell, addicted to her beautiful prison cell
To protect the curse she would fight, the sin offers no contrite
The sin which has her in its power, still she ages every hour

Green with envy the mermaid three, holds in her possession another key
Never pleased, never glad, and wants what everybody else had
Beauty, wealth and youth she desires, searching for the lusty fires
Love and health, lust and luck, the power to make the thunder struck
She always wants more, from the seabed to the shore
But she is blind to what she’s got, always looking for the gold in the pot
And when she finds it, it falls into neglect, when she realise there are more things to collect

The box of wrath lies below, the Red Sea’s bloody flow
Guarded by the mermaid red, evil thoughts within her head
Her bloody lips tell the tale, where humans win the mermaids fail
Consumed by sin so deep and dark, their prisoner leaves an eternal mark
The cost for humans to be free, is that mermaids have to guard every key
And with the inherent mission, comes sacrifice and lost ambition
As a puppet on a string, the mermaids give in, and incarnate the sin

The mermaid of sloth never cares, she never wants, never compares
Lighten blue her key and tail, carefree and soft is her tale
No concern whatsoever, she could live on like this forever
Blowing bubbles that reach the sun, visit land just for fun
No fear of the dark, no responsibility, carelessness is her ability
The sin turned her into this, is it a curse or is it bliss?
Whichever one that is to prefer, the answer does not interest her

Yellow as the coins she collects, and the treasures that she protects
Is the mermaid of avarice and greed, that believes gold are all that she need
In her ears glistening gold, but the sparkle does not warm her soul so cold
Jewels of all kind she did collect, from several ships that have wrecked
The greedy voice makes her listen, to steal everything that glisten
Her material love will not pay, when with age her hair turns grey
All alone with silent gold, not as precious as the soul she sold

Orange is the sixth mermaid of sin, with a body that used to be thin
Sweets and confection she treats herself all day, more and more she will weigh
Sweet berries, seafood and candy’s on her list, for the delicious she cannot resist
The mermaid of gluttony spend her days, exploring the flavours, aroma and taste
From the sailors she would steal, wine, bread, every meal
And in the sea she could find, sushi, seaweed, clams combined
The key of hers makes her eat, a hunger hard to defeat

As a man you shall not trust, the seventh mermaid full of lust
Of darken blue shines her tail, to resist her you will fail
The mermen believe they stand a chance, drawn into her lustful dance
Now and then she sings in the bay, for with humans she wants to play
She rise upon land for nights of passion, but for men she lacks compassion
The sin she happily guards, makes her the queen of heart in cards
She practise the sin she is supposed to guard, she practise it sweaty, she practise it hard