
Pride
Selfie, Selfish, Self-importance
Always looking in the mirror and not where you're going
Never giving credit where credit is due
Bet you'll even take credit for your downfall too.
Greed
Hoard like a dragon so you can keep up with the jones'
make sure your yard has the best of all the roses
Fill your bank account while you forget to fill your heart
never mind that a fool and his money soon find themselves apart.
Wrath
Spewing vicious vitriol over the smallest of circumstances
throwing fists, consumed by black, raging screaming matches
Uncontrolled like a volcano that's exploded from its core
make sure everyone knows they are to blame, and hate them even more
Envy
turning green with jealousy, resentment floods your veins
wishing you were on the other side of the very bed you made
hoping that karma catches up with those who find themselves winning
you focus so much on others grass you don't even know how yours is doing
Lust
Kissing in corners while flirting with different pairs of eyes
Different barstool meet ups, different fingers trace your thighs
addicted to the rushing feel of strangers filling your every need
consumed with desire to feel gratified by every erotic deed
Gluttony
Have your cake and have a piece of pie too
lick every inch of frosting from every spoon
Gorge and binge until you feel like you'll burst
chasing a high that comes from foods that are the worst
Sloth
Brain rot, doom scroll, hating to get out of bed
can't be bothered to work hard, or wear a real pair of pants
content to laze around for days completely lacking any and all ambition
throwing all your dreams away cause you're too tired to chase them.
7 sins, though there are many more, these are the ones most deadly
can you look in the mirror, honestly, and see if you’re guilty of any?
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Woah! This is brilliantly done. Bravo.