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
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
