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Click hereAuthor's Note: Okay, I won't pretend that I'm an expect on religion. I recently talked to some friends and the conversation somehow turned to the seven deadly sins. That basically got me thinking about them and I essentially wrote this based on that... So yeah, it's probably crap, but take a look.
Peering through the window
Eyes following her every step
The need rises up
You cannot fight lust
Now give in; you must
The king of a nation
The fat cat of purgation
Manufactured annihilation
The first of many to feel elation
Feast forever more
No matter what's right or wrong
Cut the chatter, need to be fatter
The more you eat, the less you speak
The end comes for he who lives in gluttony
The pig of a nation
A fat cat of degradation
Manufactured preacher
The next of many to see it's all gone
You see it, you want it
You do whatever is needed
The law breaks to your will
The diamond on your windowsill
You greedy little bitch
The waste of a nation
A fat bitch of desecration
The true witch left alive
The third one left unable to survive
Watch from your home
The selfish one alone
A man of dreams brittle to the bone
Wake in the day, say your prayer
The sloth shall perish alone
The pain of a nation
A fat man of no aspiration
Manufactured generation
The next one to see his world pay
Been fucked over and over
Raise your fists into the air
Screaming; 'fuck you, fuck you'
A man thrown to the side
Gives into wrath and lays all to waste
The scourge of a nation
A wronged man of destruction
Manufactured warmonger
The fifth one to scream injustice
The king on his throne
The servant of skin and bone
Watching day and night
The green of his eyes
Shine with envy on this night
The loss of a nation
A boy lost to ambition
Manufactured in slavery
The sixth one to cry in frustration
Born with all the power
Step over those beneath
Head held above the sky
Challenge all who stand above
You are he who holds onto pride
The filth of a nation
A man kept in fixation
Manufactured by his power
The last to see himself burn
Lucky number seven
Angels made of purity
Descend from the heavens
Demons made of pain and woe
Ascend from down below
They come to deliver damnation