Cast down your anchor
And swallow your sails.
A storm awaits you
Who leave this safe harbor.

To indulge too soon
Serving to the spice
Entrenched with Laute
Still encased within your lips!

To be tossed about endlessly
Upon a sea that knows no end!

As have I The Glutton
Who sits aglow with Praepropere
Consuming all the flesh
Before committing to the Vows!

To be cast down,
Far beyond Charon's toll
Upon a shore of stone
To Tartaros you will go!

Thieves, Gluttons , Adulterers!
Are your fins ever righted?