seven.

Will you deal with your pain?

The bitterness inside

You shove it in to the point where you hardly know its there.

Now you can rest.

You fall into a slumber 

O SLOTHful one

Peaceful Awake

Your awake and rising to the top.

Strength.

Beauty.

Prestige. 

Or is it only a facade?

O but PRIDE shall come before the fall.

Snatching all you can hold

on the decent

You GLUTTON.

Your depravity is evident.

Maybe they have something to offer.

Your LUSTful eyes 

consume you. 

Now you want it all. 

GREED overtakes.

As if you are the only one. 

ENVY grows without much notice.

Now your driven

You spiral into the WRATH 

thats always been there

That which you kept

Led to your death.