Wrath
We hold hands as the sun sets
The perfect ending to the perfect night
As we get ready to kiss she looks me in the eyes
And she waits

She waits and then finally utters two silent words
“I can’t”
My heart drops into what feels like a bottomless pit
As I lunge toward her

The waves spill upon the shore
And I stoop down to wash my hands off
Inches away she sits curled up
And the mark of my hand fresh upon her cheek

Envy
Not every man can have a fast car
Not every man can have a fortune
Not every man can eat like kings
And not every man can be the best

There will always be someone whose car is faster
Whose salary is better
Whose table is full
Whose skills are more advanced

But every man can want
And every man can dream
Every man can lust
And every man can steal

Gluttony
Searching for a prize
The crop that I reap
But my brethren sow
My slender form slinks through the shadows
Toward my prize

I enjoy my harvest
The sweat and work of others
Makes it taste sweeter than the smoothest chocolate
As my round form slowly sneaks through the shadows
For a second helping

I stuff myself in my prize
Eating more and more
Each bite better than the last
As my giant body collapses to the floor
My gargantuan heart beats for the last time

Greed
Pennies become nickels
Nickels become dollars
Dollars become fortunes

Fortune brings loneliness
Loneliness brings alcoholism
Alcoholism brings pain

Pain brings depression
Depression brings a scapegoat
A scapegoat brings a solution

And the solution ends with only pennies

Lust
Spinning in a hurricane
These thoughts blowing me along
Thoughts that make me judge women
As if they were no more than meat
Unable to control them
As I’m carried higher
Into the raging storm
Flying through the clouds
Rain smacking my face
And the thoughts carrying me
Throwing me along to and fro
Trapped here
Forever

Pride
I spit in the faces of the poor
And laugh at donation collectors
How dare they ask ME for money!

I skip along the street
Pushing the slow out of the way
I’ve got more important places to be

But seventy two years later
I will be given a stone
To carry upon my back

I’ll wander for eternity
Begging for money
Being spat on like the beggars who approached me

Finally one day I’ll go into the boat
Along with other souls
And we’ll sail along the River Acheron

I’ll sit upon a throne
Next to Lucifer himself
King of the home of the damned

Sloth
Drifting through the river
My hand guiding my raft
Riding along to escape my work

The forest around me hums with life
And the water licks my arm
As nature sits in pure harmony

But the trees decay
And the sounds of life turn to screams of the damned
As the river transforms into the River Phlegethon

But I am indifferent
Why should I care?
When I can just sit back and let my problems drift away