The seven deadly sins

Sloth Gluttony
Lust Envy Greed
Pride and Wrath
All start as a seed

Sins begin small
Seductive and sweet
Alluring tempting
Naughty petite

Then oh so slow
They slither they grow
They entice they please
They strip they tease

Off with the gloves
The shoulder strap slips
The gown falls down
To the breast, to the hips

Wants become needs
Needs become habits
They feed they breed
Like cancer like rabbits

Habits to addiction
Addiction to obsession
Obsession to abuse
Abuse to aggression

Who to hurt
Besides me myself and I
Who to damage
Who shall I make cry

My elevation to evil
My soul I do sell
When I lure you
Into my little hell.

- Keith Smith

This poem seems like it was written for this book. I found it through random googling and it seemed so befitting.

Published on : 10/30/2021