The Funeral of Reason / Sinner Number IX

The Funeral of Reason


Sight is most of what we know
Sound deceives us so
That no one has a prayer to say
Until they’re at their dying day.

Apathy’s the swifter path
That paves the way with little wrath
An iron will, though more enraged,
Leaves no moral thought encaged.

Try your hand at Sight’s dark gate
Just to find that you’re too late
A fire… A flash… A burning flame
Will purify and cleanse thy name.

Not yours, but there’s a name that’s pure
His sinless name’s been heard before
He makes the End of Days begin
Giving up our world for sin.

Lust arrives to meet your gaze
His eyes reflect a twisted maze
You’ll wander in for all your days.

For now you’ll bask naïve with Pride
That you have managed, just twice tried
To flee Lust’s maze, only to face
The soothing touch of Sloth’s embrace
She’ll drag you down into the depth
Where your dreams once gently slept

Those waters, Sloth was born to love,
But since the angels push and shove,
Has fled from in despair.

The Angel Fallen, Greed submits
To Envy’s charm and sharper wits.

The Seven scatter far and wide,
To let the world rot from inside
Now that the world is out of season,
This is the funeral of Reason.

Sinner Number IX

The first was curiosity,
And rarely was she numbered.
But still God was wrathful
And her innocence sundered.

Second came Pride
The scourge of Mankind
His consequence was
Boggling of the mind.

Third-born was Lust
Who loves all whom He sees
He cursed was in spreading
Infectious disease.

Fourth was the Glutton,
A man with no shame.
No end to his feeding
Roasting he is, in flame.

Fifth sauntered Envy
With want-slitted eyes.
She takes what she wants
And so little buys.

Sixth rides Wrath
Leading his hearse
A mercenary killer
For love, not for purse.

Seventh is Greed
Who rides in his car.
He takes all he sees
Be it near, be it far.

Eighth hobbles Sloth,
Ever sullen and slow.
He strays from his path
And lets his body grow.

But the ninth is unknown
To all but a few.
For the sin we call knowledge
Hides himself through and through.