I am the father of Greed. I am the sickness of this world. I am your production, I feed off your paranoia and you nurture me with you insecurity. You try to keep me out of your heart but mine is a path higher. I see no need to infiltrate the hearts of men I lay in the back of the mind. This is my palace. I live to see you hate, your hatred is my sword and your sadness my shield. I make men enemies. You will find no friend while I rest in your mind. I hate your friends. I make their happiness your sadness. Their joy your sorrow. I have the uncanny ability to make the strongest man, the most ignorant warrior. I am the strongest of my brethren for your actions fuel me.
I am the arrogant
Envy
Those who look upon their neighbours with scorn
Resentment fills their very soul
as the beast grows and leaves them torn
So long as they remain jealous they shall never be whole
I am the bottomless pit of your desperate attempt to satisfy not your appetite, but your unnecessary and unreasonable manner of calm your inner desire. I give the means for the plight of the obese; I am a disease which plagues the richest and most powerful in the land. I have no friend in the starvation of the poor. I am husband to greed and lover to pride. I am the enemy of those who seek strength and good living, but even your strong fall prey to my power. I can devour ten thousand fat hogs and drink an infinite sea without knowing fulfilment. I decimate the limits of one's abyss of self-loathing and instigate the destruction of one's body.
I am the infallible
Gluttony
Those who fill try their emptiness
They who see not others struggle
And care not for the unfortunate rest
The sting of hell shall make them humble
I am man's insatiable need to be the best at everything. I am the shadow that lurks in the back of power driving man to lie and cheat to conceal his fears from the world. I slowly devour the mind, corrupting every thought; I cast away the bonds of friendship. I slowly eat away at his core shadowing his heart creating paranoia forcing him to fear his friends, those who wish to take my prize. I become his false shield. Hiding man's true feelings from himself. I make him shut himself out from the world. I force him to hate his very possessions that caused him to lose his bonds I draw man into my darkness. I swallow him whole
I am the immortal
Pride
They who scoff at the weak
And step over them without care
They laugh haughtily at the meek
Shall meet doom which none can compare
I am at the core of every heart. At the back of every mind. Behind every lengthy gaze. I whisper sweet nothings to your thoughts and contort your love to my own perverted wishes. I make every woman imagine they were a seductive goddess, a tower of sultry temptation begging her every curve to be caressed. I turn the self image of even the ugliest man into a golden Adonis, a pinnacle of manhood to be engulf in and taken over by. I am the Eros in every human alive. I am the degenerate love that can only be found in the heart of the commanding specie on this degrading planet. I am the mother of envy and wrath, sister of greed and pride, wife of sloth and friend to gluttony.
I am the insatiable
Lust
Those who pervert sex and love
And live only for carnal passion
Shall have fate mete out by God above
And shall receive no compassion
I am nothing... I am the human superfluous inability. The world within your reach but while I am your inhabitant, your reach is still out of your reach... *sigh* I turn every task to a tedious and monotonous affair. Every job we will procrastinate before. Some will not even see completion. I will help you to liberate yourself from the stressful world of financial stability. Together we will not! Take the world by the horns. Instead you will sleep hoping for someone else to get it done. I make your bosses your enemies; I will repel your friends. Shame, will I bring your family. Forget the days of receiving awards for work. Our only reward is rest...
*sigh* I am the lackadaisical
Sloth
Those who fail to act, as if set in stone
And ignore the evils of the life
They shall work to the bone
Filled with strain and strife
I dwell deep within the hearts of the noblest men and sit high in the hearts of the richest. I am the ever growing hole in the heart of men which cannot be filled. I am desire without reason, necessity without logic. I am a faint whisper calling to every man. I grow stronger, with every step up the ladder, a new greed blossoms. With every social ridicule a new avarice is born. I am the chaos that thrives in the heart of kings, in the minds of scholars and in the souls of peasants. No man hears my call and turns a deaf ear; I am that undying want begging for more.
I am the undefeated
Greed
They who want
And care not for other's plight
Loving possessions, how extravagant
Shall their possessions be given to the just and right
I am your friend, your enemy. I am consultant and counsel to your pain. The warrior's inspiration, the gladiator's edge in battle, I am the killers instinct. I am passion and pain, love and hate, right and wrong. Every man feels my sensitive touch, I am that son of all sins and I am the strongest of my brethren. The hearts of men my aim, their minds mine to control. I live for anger. I am rage in it is truest form, in its primal state reverting the minds of noblest, calmest scholars to nothing but testosterone fuelled gorillas ready to strike. Some enjoy my company, your degenerate and villainous comrades, they rejoice in my presence. I prosper in all hearts.
I am the privileged
Wrath
They who let hate become their lance
And enjoy the company of rage and malice
Let their evil pollute the souls of men
They shall drink heartily from pain's chalice
