Seven Deadly Sins,
Each to her own Hell
Comit just one and in the fires,
you'll forever dwell.
The first is Pride,
and vain is she.
She stalks by, head held high,
admires herself with glee.
Envy is the seconds name,
to Pride she's very close
What you have she wants the same,
love is her main foe.
The third wears many faces,
in hope to hide the truth.
Her names are Wrath and anger,
It's her you'll wish to soothe.
Patient she is not,
instead of her own faults,
it's yours that she'll boycott.
The fourth you've most likely met,
and lovingly embraced,
your zeal with Sloth you have replaced
Your love of work hath been erased.