He awoke, breathing air into lungs, singing choruses in teardrops.
Yet in his vulnerability, he still had depravity on his mind.
And so his tale begins...
i. Greed
The ideas, they cloud his thought.
He just wants more, give him more.
And maybe this time, all his hopes and dreams
will drown along with his soul.
The dollars and cents have chained him
to what's not really there.
ii. Gluttony
The innards crave for the Devil's food.
Temptations become actions, as they pour into him.
[every cheap hooker wine or piece of pie]
You just can't stop and you don't know why.
[You don't want to stop and you don't care why]
iii. Wrath
Borders have been crossed and boundry lines erased,
reconsiliation is too late.
He can feel the surge of adrenaline and hate,
all the pain and aggravation, rising up from deep within.
This will not go unpunished.
iv. Envy
Green eyes deny happiness for all who exist.
He can't fathom why you should have it if it isn't also on his wrist.
[or in his driveway, in his back account]
The distate for your happy suburbia and great city life
becomes an all consuming pain in his side.
One that turns a man to Scrooge and devours his insides.
v. Lust
He's allured by her sensations and all her feel good places,
but can't comprehend that she's really tearing him up inside.
Pretty little eyes hide and dark and cold soul,
just waiting for another man to capture and collect.
Her body never stops talking,
and you never stop picking up the phone.
vi. Sloth
Why should he even care?
He thinks about all that needs to be done
and instead, he sleeps it off.
His apathy is aggressive and he knows it too.
No one can convice him why God's plan is better than
anything else he has to do.
vii. Pride
He can't stop thinking about how important he is.
Everything revolves around him.
The image in the mirror is what his life is all about.
He's so conceited and cold.
He lacks the desire to see past it all.
But I bet if someone told him, that he was just a vapor in time,
a speck on the radar of life,
he might start to realize, "This isn't about me."
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...and slowly, his lifesong becomes an echo,
Gold trophy winner
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