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If seven scripts of seven sins is what You seek, then allow me of the 1st name's to speak.

If You go and read of the seven scripts, You must wander deep into the crypt.

There is only darkness there, with lack of water and food. Stale air dwells in the depths along with "Greed's Brood."

Walk, don't run. You'll still the air too fast. You must sense them in the dark before they sense You, or else You won't last.

Her labor pains have ended, and she's birthed her brood. Yet, much like her, they're unruly and rude.

Greed has given birth, and her sins are amassing. Sadly, against one another the sins are "Trespassing."

Be warned, that You are an outsider to them, forever a stranger. Your scent might send them into a frenzy, straight into danger.

Yet, though they may be frightening, You may not have to worry. As they're fighting themselves and themselves, they're caught up in their own stories.

Even in abject darkness You can still sense them through Your point of view. Sadly, if You were to become one of them or their host then "I Can Only Pity You."

With their internal struggles, struggling against each other externally their blood still boils. In the depths with them You sense their turmoil.

A mother and her children locked in a combat of trespassing that seems eternal. Sadly for them this is their very nature, it's almost infernal.

Why? Why? Why, against each other and themselves must they strain? Why? WHy? WHY?! WHY, must they be "Condemned To Eternal Pain?!"

Responsibility, this is much of a virtue in it of itself, to be accountable. As many beings do not turn to themselves as reliable.

It takes much internal reflection igniting one's growth. Yet, to be accountable for Yourself every time is a lifelong non-negotiable oath.

You may recognize this. You must claim Yours after discovering Your map from within the archives. For this cavernous dwelling is Yours and Yours alone. You must lay claim to them as I've done so already and I've told them, "You Are Not "The," but You Are "Mine"."

Be wary, it'll be difficult to wrangle all seven. Yet, mastering them without trespassing against them is the key to Your heaven.

Yet, there is an ever-growing more concerning threat. Just as they trespass against each other they have get that they beget.

Be ever careful of were You walk and of the water that You tread. For You must learn and continue to grow while mastering all of them for "The Brood Has Bred."

Yet, Your love for them, Your pity for them, is not false. For You are rider and they are ridden, You must direct the course of action and inaction, You must control the impulse!

No longer trespassing against one another, causing each other eternal pain, or searching for pity. You shall have resolve and ambition with them, even when things get gritty.

There is much to live for in this life. This is much to take in and delight! Don't turn Your back on the world, but run into it with open eyes and cautiously curious minds, from the dark cavern depths, just like the archives, You must "Come To The Light!"

Don't rush or hurry, but make haste and don't dilly dally. For allow me to tell You, "There weren't always dragons in the valley."

Go down into the depths, and You must regain and retain Your ambitions. Go forth. Only You and You alone can conquer this mission.

You must use Your expertise and use the perceptiveness of Your eyes to peer through this deceptive disguise of the false paradise. For if You wander the deserts alone You'll perish, but so will they if You all stay in that state of perpetual falsehood You'll soon no longer be alive.

Their singing, their calling, their sirenous wails beckon Your forth to Your cavern's deep depths. “Though I walk through the Valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil.” May this phrase be always present upon Your lips and Your breath.

Claim them. Claim Yourself. Crack the whip and proceed. Facing Your internal dragons is Your own necessary need.

For denying Yourself Your own needs to live, to survive, to thrive, is much akin to self-betrayal. You are not Your own Iscariot. You are the guidance, the provider, the one in charge of Your and Your wills. Now! READY THE CHARIOT!

GO FORTH AND LEAVE THIS DARKNESS TO JOURNEY ACROSS THE DESERT TO MAKE HEAVEN FROM YOUR CONTINUAL LESSONS! GO FORTH FOR YOU HAVE SUCCEEDED IN "DELIVERANCE FROM THE DEPRESSION!"