The seven deadliest of all sins,
The pillars of spite, greed, and desire within.
An aurora of brilliance to blind the fool,
And the sirens song to devour the cruel.
The first pillar constructed of green,
The envy enthralled lust which can turn the soul mean.
For jealously of wanting which one does not possess,
Blinds them of all they do and for all they have been blessed.
The second pillar covered in crimson red,
The result of ones wrath and craving for bloodshed.
For the hatred which has sprouted so deeply within,
Ensnares the soul and drags it to the depth of all sin.
The third pillar glinting with gold,
The greed for more which taints the soul.
For the more one longs for and the more one hungers,
The faster ones existence heads into the eternal slumber.
The fourth pillar clothed in a blanket of violet hue,
The vanity of oneself spotting the heart with a poisonous dew.
For the pride one feels when he gazes into his mirror of sin,
Shall one day cause the glass to shatter and rev