The Dream Team.
The Laws we live under each day.
7 are these.
But they're not just laws.
These are my siblings,
my brothers and sisters.
Who stand forever gods among men.
Always enticing them to deadly action.
My coronation would not have been complete without their presence.
They did not come to wish me farewell.
Or offer congratulations to their brother, the half human.
They came only to look upon their competition.
Only one seemingly appreciated my Day.
Let's start with him.
Sloth.
The least of the deadly sins.
Prone to inactivity.
Idles plenty.
He arrived later than the rest, obviously.
He was the only,
I dare say, to warmly greet me, and not in jest.
Everything he touches he infects,
with his sluggishness.
Otherwise productive people become lifeless.
That's his ultimate goal.
To bring you to the point of doing nothing except that one thing or collection of things that lead to your path of destruction.
We've seen this time and again.
Time, you have so much of it to waste and when you do decide to use it, well, picture the man on the barstool.
Every day he sits there and drinks and drinks himself to death.
So much time he has yet he uses it in a deathly overindulgent way.
Overindulgence.
Goes by another name:
Gluttony.
My second brother,
who also embraced me.
"So friendly. Brotherly"
Offered to share drink to celebrate "Occasion Momentous!"
Those were his exact words. The way he put it.
In my other life I was no stranger to Gluttony.
But mine was a well-hid secret.
He had no idea I was Me.
Much as he did tempt me,
much as I gave in wholly,
fortunately, my demise was always tomorrow.
Always a day away.
Always not today.
As he looked at me, he said "Tomorrow."
How many of you have no tomorrow?
How many do you think yesterday was their last day?
I asked my brother.
You know what he said?
I was sure he would say countless.
"None."
Because his job is not yet done.
When you, all of you, have been swallowed up whole by my siblings, then they'll account for you.
But not as "Countless."
Just "1."
One.
I'll explain this at some point.
In the meantime, let's move on.
She rages.
Yes.
But among them there really is no Sex.
No gender.
They take whatever form pleases.
Because I'm half human and was born into it I still see Sex.
A Woman's Scorn.
You've heard it.
She's my sister, "RAGE!"
Do you want to know what she's like up close?
She's the new born baby.
That comes out the mother's belly, all dirty at first.
The nurse cleans it up.
Wraps it in a plush blanket.
And hands it back to the mother.
Soft of skin.
In her mouth is a pacifier.
You tickle her cheek and she looks at you and smile,
almost a giggle.
And the whole room looks at it, teary eyed and says "Awwww. Wow."
That's how she gets in.
That's how you let her in.
Under your skin.
In your heart, thoughts and mind.
And since long before the time of the dinosaurs she's walked the earth "Helping us all."
With a pacifier and a smile.
My SISTER, rages, with beautiful, seductive guile.
I feel sorry for you, all of you.
With the small amount of humanity left in me I feel pity for you.😔
I would save you.
I, I want to.
But you see what I'm up against, don't you?
I've just been given dominion over almost everything,
below the surface.
With a wink or snap of my fingers I can alter reality.
Yet, for you, I still worry.
Why?
Do they hate you?
Envy!
You get to live in the light.
You got to live the Life!
They weren't allowed to.
Lust!
That was meant for You!
Pleasure. All for you.
Feline Twins, these 2.
Their approach,
Quiet. Elegant. Graceful.
Who can resist?
They reminded me of the young lady who wanted to work for me.
I'm not ashamed to say I was attracted. Then and now, tempted.
Sisters or no, these two goddesses are a powerful force!
I grew lustful and envious because I knew I shouldn't and I wouldn't.
Not that I couldn't.
Other men could.
But these were too much trouble.
And the humanity in me succumbed to a brief instance of rage.
In that moment, I understood, their hate.
In that moment, I wanted to take them and everything I could!
And more.
If they all belonged to me and were my subjects, why shouldn't I take them, wherever I wanted to.
And take these felines, I wanted to!
That's the power they wield.
Even over one such as me.
You need be very careful in the presence of these.
While this was going down, at my side, the whole time was Greed.
Nudging me:
"Take 'em!
To hell with it!
After all, this is your hell, ain't it?!"
They all had a good laugh.
They've been at this much longer than I.
And at this very time , He, at last, existed the shadows,
Pride.
Needs no introduction.
"So you're the one, the Demi god,
the one they've kept secret for so long, right?"
"Yes, I'm the one.
Who inherits your kingdom.
Is what you mean, right?"
He bows.—"My Prince."
"Pride."
And with that he returned to the shadows, to hide.
What these don't seem to understand:
is what the Big Guys who sit on the highest of heights understand.
It's fragile and can be gone in the blink of an eye.
But ultimately more powerful than these rebellious daughters and sons are.
It's the answer to the question they've all been asking themselves.
"Why should a half human inherit the kingdom?
Why should I wear the crown?"
The 7 have come to test, to tease, to entice me.
And to challenge me.
I'm a new resident here but I'll find my way.
To humanity I say,
all is not lost.
But of the Magnificent 7,
my new found brothers and sisters, BEWARE.
Their goal draws nearer to completion everyday.
