In shadows' grasp, where darkness dwells,
A tale of sins, affection tells.
For love, though pure, can taint the soul,
And bind us tight, beyond control.

Beware, dear hearts, of passion's guise,
A tempting mask that veils the lies.
For in its depths, a fire burns,
A craving that, once lit, returns.

The sin of lust, like whispers sweet,
Entices hearts with promises fleet.
Yet in its wake, a trail of pain,
Leaving broken souls to wane.

Envy, with its bitter breath,
Fuels desires, consuming like death.
A green-eyed monster, seething deep,
Taints affections, causing hearts to weep.
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