Some More Deadly Poem by Timothy Branch

Where is one more proud than me?
Whenever Cane sees Abel, innocence is killed.
I have to run on to see evil.
My mind's eye crafts plans woe for targeted unsuspecting foes.
Sowers of devilment among men assembled together for all things good.
False witnesses are detestable for their misuse of untruth.
A mouth's wiggling tenant that wiggles without truth.
An abomination is every one of this kind.
The paying agent pays death for these and sin of every kind void of His love covering grace.
Fret not only seven glamorized by under-informed men.
All unrepentant wage earners earn extinguished life void of rest and light.
The love of daring choices causes hearts to only avoid these select ones.
But again the wages of sin is death.
Sin gets you the payment of death.
Every one bears the seed of death.
Each and every one is deadly.
Shun only seven?
Choose wisely.
Shun each and every one.