Spartan:
Free are things that makes one happy
Costly those that say they're worthy
Needed by all those whose weary
Gold and coin is for the wealthy
Anger:
Cry and cry you little sissy
Drop the bones all day you carry
Slit thy throat oh that's so sexy
Death for you I'll do be merry
Vengeance:
To kill your blood this all my throne
a sin you've done to kin alone
A blade none else can wield your own
So lost are you I'll have your bone
Lust:
I dream of nights alone with you
So cold the night without a clue
The flames in front brings not its due
with me you'll come this all is new
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