Each of the sins a stanza Wrath Greed Lust Pride Gluttony Envy Sloth |
Seven Sins, Deadly they are They may not get you too far Punishments severe and swift You leave others the burden to lift One look, eyes smokey and wanting A light touch, passions fortune Lusting after her scent and feel Craving that escape, so natural, erotic Addicted to pleasure’s heavenly arena Coveting their house Coveting their spouse Envious light in your eyes Green with the emotion Need grows from the wanting Needing every last bit No longer able to stop at just enough Greedily acquiring everything Reaching higher than need dictates Assured you can have it all All is within your grasping fingers The world’s best laid in your reach Prideful arrogance rising in your eyes Nothing is denied you, your powers’ guarantee Rejection would make your world spin Spinning with her scorn Power didn’t guarantee her Wrath heats your blood Your veins run thick with it You can’t laze about if you truly want Lazing in a hammock Warm summer day easing your energy Sloth letting you justify your lack of productivity The world passes you by Whirling by with an appetite for all Appetites rising for tasty delights Foods of every conceivable form Gluttonous urges keeping you hungry No meal is ever enough Just keep the deserts coming Too much of an emotion Constitutes a rivalry between Virtue and Sin, seven each Seven sins, deadly they are |