Pride himself would kneel before you,
placing his crown of thorns at your feet;
staring at your lifeless eyes in defeat.
Gluttony is ever by your side,
awaiting the fresh meat
you will provide him to eat.
Sloth challenges you as always,
but remains conquered still.
No one can defeat your rigid will.
You harbour Wrath in chains
made out of your own sweat and toil.
Released only when your strength wanes,
He never really sees the light.
Envy forever runs in your veins,
laughing with glee and causing you pain.
Lust, how she loves your lilting lies!
So casually spoken yet such cruelty they hide.
You believe yourself to be above them all,
a King of your own plight.
But Greed scoffs and lets you live in your dreams,
For He is the true master,
the reason for your hunger.