Seven Deadly Sins
Sins of the rapid devil,
How you capture the hearts of the weak
With your treachery and terror
Seize their souls and never let go
Until they crumble within
Deadly Sin #1: Pride
Mr. Vanity, how you look so boastful
with your cocky spirit and athletic skills
Bold fists clenching each triumph
How your broad structure display ample intensity;
burly muscles covering your upper torso
How your energetic eyes examine the prize,
determination flowing through your veins.
See God gazing through your arrogant essence;
observing the gaps decaying to the core.
Hear his roar rocket towards your eardrums,
how you infringe it with your defiance.
Mr. Vanity, how you make us so hollow
What goal will you accomplish today?
Deadly Sin #2: Envy
Mrs. Enviable, how you look so sorrowful
with your miserable expression and cracked consciousness
Melancholy currents surging through the holes.
How your saddened eyes peer towards the model posters,
with their flawless bodies and celestial looks.
How you try and imitate their styles to make yourself feel better;
glamourous dresses dangle in your closet.
See your jealousy flourish further towards self-hatred;
despicable visions of you floating in your mind.
Hear them put you down and torment your lucidity,
how you listen to their taunts and concur them.
Mrs. Enviable, how the smashed windows reflect you.
What celebrity will you mentally stalk today?
Deadly Sin #3: Gluttony
Mrs. Pig, how you look so enormously overweight
with your love handles embracing the ground.
How your chins wiggle as you savor the brunch liquids,
seeping through the plastic tubes within your mouth
How your clothes cleave to make room for the stocky skin;
enclosing the torn jeans in abundance.
See your pudgy fingers being enraptured by its taste;
bits of egg, bacon, and cheese in every digestion.
Hear the acid reflectives boil amid your stomach;
how you cherish the fizzles flaring from your posterior.
Mrs. Pig, how your immobility makes you triumphant.
What nourishment will you crave today?
Deadly sin #4: Anger
Mr. Wrath, how you look so ferocious
with your intense eyes and sweating framework.
How bits of your skin are absent from your palms;
bruises from beating on the walls
How your uncontrollable temper hinders your judgment;
caring only for the pleasures of pain.
See how they panic, concealing themselves from your presence;
pulsating in quick vibrations.
Hear the blows from your fists as you demolish your target;
how you relish every moment.
Mr. Wrath, how you push aside the facts.
What minor flaw will infuriate you today?
Deadly Sin #5: Lust
Mr. Erotic, how your perverted visions disturb the daily;
your eyes fixated on the vulgar perception
How your horrific highlights appall the ordinary;
skin-bone face with dreary eyes
How you stalk the women and stare at their delicate beauty;
saliva dripping from your mouth
See how porn is your nirvana and nourishment;
their sexual caresses appealing to your senses.
Hear their cries for satisfaction of the flesh;
how you revel every desire they make.
Mr. Erotic, how your unhealthy urge will tear you apart.
What images will you drool over today?
Deadly sin #6: Greed
Mr. Avarice, how you look so fancy
with your grey suit and burnished black shoes;
No dents ever visible to the light
How your large hands show features of a grotesque nature;
chronic dry skin from the wrist to the fingertips.
How your sinister eyes show no compassion or love
for any man rich or poor.
See the peasants scratching, crawling on the floor,
while wearing their ragged clothes and bearing their fragile features;
wrinkles, rotten teeth, morose eyes, and filthy hair compose their ruined faces
Hear how they beg for charity and support
how you strike them down with your feet of oppression.
Mr. Avarice, how you show no emotions on your inscrutable face.
What territory will you claim today?
Deadly sin #7: Sloth
Mr. Slug, how you look so lethargic
with your bloodshot eyes and drowsy mouth;
saliva pouring down from your lips.
How your long, dirty hair is broaden over;
specks of lice and dandruff unconcealed.
How your clothes are shredded with voids;
that of a ragged quality.
See the scattered mess that you have created;
cigarette butts and garments littered on the carpet.
Hear the television set scream with sorrow;
how you stare into its vitality.
Mr. Slug, how you lay low and watch the world go by.
What idle activity will you do today?
Sins of the rapid devil,
Your grasp will be felt today
Hardening the hordes of the impotent
Punishment is present in the afterlife
Let the retribution commence.