Reflections

Prey of constant headaches
Countless thoughts overload this brain
Through those cells, a pain no pill can attenuate
Tearing at every tissue and membrane

A free soul, happy as a lark
Yet something I feel I do lack
That thing clouded, shrouded in black
Seeking it, this seemingly never-ending road I walk

Threatened by this epiphany
My state of mind darkens,
Questioning my damned existence
Irking the shadows fleeting through this silence

A measly little clue is what I need
A hint as to what lies beneath a shroud so opaque
My starving soul has started to crack
It will wither, fade, lest it's got that feed

My fears and doubts flow downstream
But I follow this path with the same dream
The journey continues with this vision
The very old outlook that goes beyond the horizon

Mammon: Mortis Nuntius

The 7 deadly sins exist no longer
Defeated by one of their kin
6 of them were no longer seen
The message left by their reaper:

Pride's death was humiliating
Stripped of his arrogance, he went in hiding
It was almost too funny as his downfall was swift
And in a pool of his own blood, he floated adrift

Consumed by her desire for carnal love
That never-ending thirst of hers was her demise
With her pleasure moans and enticing cries
In the netherworld Lust found her alcove

His mouth full, Gluttony waddled around
Until his lecherous eyes suddenly popped out
Choking he thrashed and went to ground
Drooling for more, he fell prey to the hound

Sloth was dreadfully sleazy
Dispatching him to Hell was easy
Torn asunder in his lethargy so deep
He fell in that one never-ending sleep

Rage etched in his face
He fought, though futile, against my menace
And his severed head rolled down the path
So happened the murder of Wrath

Envy was family, my sister
We were kin and practically similar
But deeper ran rivalry and this is a fact
Dictated by my instincts, I ended her part in my act

Lording over many an aeon
Power and might are what I feed on
Synonymous to Avarice and Mammon,
I bear the name
Greed
And killing is my creed