7 Deadly Sins

Oh, woe is she who seethes at the perceived slight,
greed and envy feed on the desolate corpses,
the darkness hides in the abyss’ light,
its an easy path into damnations’ forces

Death grieves in ravenous hunger for its prey
blood drips and spills on the cold stones
pride and anger roar all the way
opening its mouth to treacherous crossbones

Genuine love is in its pure form of truth
destroyed as lust breaks the purity of mockingbirds,
these animals that are as innocent as children’s youth,
their suffering is left unheard

Gluttony and sloth clump together
in a revolting mass of rot
corrupting the heroic just altogether
history’s pages enveloped in evil-black ink blots

Hope, trapped in Pandora’s box,
dejected and depressed in its heartfelt prison,
forced to watch humanity’s downfall,
created out of the sticks and stones of countless sins.