the seven deadly sins.
pride, greed, wrath, envy,
lust, gluttony, and sloth.

they were the characters
of all your childhood stories.

as a child you ate up the
words of your parents and
grandparents.

when they claimed to be
servants of the sins, you
believed them.

hearing about all the stories,
all the details and thought
put into them.

you couldn't possibly think they
were lying, that they were
making things up.

but as you came into your
teenage years, and thus into adulthood, you never once saw
your parents encounter a sin.

the last thread of hope you were
clinging to that they might be real
was severed when your parents
didn't try to make you believe anymore.

adulthood truly set in and
you came to believe their were
no sins, no supernatural beings
in the world.

you lived your life as
normally as you could,
but there was still this
ache for something more inside you.

insisting there was so much more
to life than what you believed to be true.

when the seven deadly sins walked into your life themselves, you were faced with a choice of whether to accept the myths your parents told you as a child as truth.

or life your life ignorantly bliss.