There are seven steps to being deprived of keys to heaven’s gate, and each shall offer stumble’s chance impaling self on Satan lance if ignorant bliss should have its wish to blind yea eyes from being wise!
The first of seven deprive of heaven begins with yea’s best friend, as pride itself can hide in stealth disguised as strong ambitions, yet road I’m told is paved with gold on highway to perdition.
The stride in pride shall give free ride to ego’s deep felt pleasures, yet fail as guide, expose derived, from self conceit’s true measure.
The second step that’ll cause yea fret from appetite for treasures, ’tis need to feed yea greed’s proceeds that place more wealth on ledger.
Insatiable desires from greed can cause thy morals great impedes, from processions of possessions, and unrecognized transgressions.
The third missed step one shall regret is exchange of lust for love, as God above gave laws ’bout flaws and deviant intentions, for choices claimed from such insane ignoring one’s submission.
As yea can trust that lust’s surprise is just disguised as loved despised, and wondering eyes shall tell yea lies ’bout choice unwise in full disguise.
The fourth lost footing from steps yea’ve taken, should come to know ’bout things forsaken, as envy of another’s possessions, ’twill cast a light on one’s obsessions.
In switch of place with envy’s space of longings equaled luck, one should trust that aspire’s desires will light the fire when reaching dust to dust.
The fifth stagger’s swagger is accompaniments beyond content, in excess of thy needs, as gluttony’s surplus strut of glut gets lost among the weeds.
Knowing yea limits of the need to feed can help one to pivot from gluttony’s disease, while seated at a banquet’s feast, come to know digest’s discreet.
The sixth step missed is getting pissed with clangors from yea anger, which anchors riff in reasons missed ’bout brandishing outlandish.
Thus ’tis the vital’s recital in the tune yea shall sing, that the music of anger is always obscene, for in losing one’s temper yea’s control is then lost, from distraction’s reaction becoming contender’s defender ’twill succumb to surrender.
In the final step of seven, one must be aware that path to heaven takes work on earth while never giving sloth its birth.
Thus sloth has cost from speed’s impede, as pace in race disgraced yea face, and catastrophe from atrophy descends upon thy anatomy.
As laziness will have no girth in measured worth upon the earth, nor sustaining wits for paving path without yea frets, regrets alas!
‘Tis the seven habituals rituals in default insults, for what results from the virtue of one’s soul, and falls from grace at such a pace can sneak a peek of flawed and weak.
Thus the question posed in all to know ’tis ’bout who travels to and fro, while tempting men while on the go yea fail to see the poisoned feed or what is hiding among the weeds….
Deception lurks in shadowed smirks behind owned fault defaults, and awaits response from occult’s assaults, resorts to tort that’s just for sport.
Yet damage done that darkens some is anchored in most everyone, as weakened man shall own such plans for being scammed, and cost of loss for heavens sake, yea didn’t show just what it takes, for finding key to pass through gate!
