Well Gluttony was strolling along one day,
When he had a heart attack.
His eyes bulged out like tennis balls
And he fell upon his back.

His tongue hung out in a grotesque display;
His chubby fingers groped his chest.
But alas his efforts were in vain,
He died and found his final rest.

THAT'S no surprise, he was fat!
Cause that's what Gluttony is -
Eating til you can't eat more,
Your life'll end just like his.

Next came Lust along the road,
That pretentious little slut,
And she saw the body lying there...
It was her good friend Glut!

With him lying there, all alone,
she wanted him you bet!
But then again, that's no surprise,
She wanted EVERY guy she met!

Lust leaned over, kissed his neck,
And found it quite arousing,
But that's as far as she got,
You see, Glut was only drowsing!

He reached right up and grabbed her hair,
And clasped her scrawny neck.
He then snapped it like a twig,
And continued on his trek.

So now in his place, was
The body of poor Lust.
But is she dead?We thought he was...
Her body's growing dust!!

But it still looked great, that body did,
Lovely in every way.
And maybe that's why when Envy came,
He hated her that day.

Envy wasn't perfect,
He wasn't hip or cool or funny.
He always wanted what others had,
But wouldn't spend his money.

So he just sat there and turned green,
while other found some joy
In all the things they DID own,
Whether it be home, or love, or toy.

So Envy's jealousy got to him,
And he kicked Lust's pretty body
In a horrendous effort to disfigure it,
Or at least make it look shoddy.

Only guess what folks? She wasn't dead,
(A trend you'll soon get used to),
So she grabbed his foot and threw him down,
And caused a little boo boo

Right on his head, that knocked him out,
And left him barely breathing.
She then stood up, looked around, and said,
(Well now, I'll be leaving!)

Envy was then replaced by Greed,
in a scene I'll not go into.
Let's just say there was a fight,
Involving possession of a Hindu.

Greed wanted it (and everything else!)
But Envy refused to give up.
Let's just say, for the record,
Envy kicked Greed's butt.

So now Greed's the fellow lying dead,
Taking up the road.
That's the way he wanted it,
The ungrateful little toad.

I guess that's why when Wrath walked by
And tripped over his limp cold arm,
A fight ensued, a spectacle,
Causing both men harm.

Wrath was fuming and grinding teeth,
Unable to be placated
And Greed was hungry and pissed off
For a victory he demonstrated.

I guess you'd say both men lost -
consciousness that is!
Neither man was up and well,
Or knew which teeth were his!

So there they lay, a jumbled heap,
Mad crazy Wrath and Greed,
A deadly scary combination
Like a horror movie breed.

When Pride saw his buddies lying there,
He should have turned and fled.
But he didn't know although we do,
They weren't really dead.

(And even if they aren't,) he thought,
(I'll take them out with ease!!
I'm the strongest man alive,
I'll bring them to their knees!)

See Pride was full of foolish dreams,
And the attitude of kings.
He thought he was like God himself,
And boasted untrue things.

So when he riled these two men,
And asked them for a fight,
He was positive he'd win -
The competition's light!

But Wrath was mad at being woken,
And closed in like a hound
While Greed was looking for another win,
And knocked Pride to the ground.

To say Pride left a wounded man,
Would underestimate
The power of his punky pals -
Even just a guesstimate.

Well Pride slunk away, his head held low
As quickly as he swaggered in.
And Wrath and Greed, hand in hand
Went looking for some gin.

Now the road slept all alone
For about one hundred years.
It grew some flowers, and grew some grass,
Untainted by deaths or fears.

But alas, sadly, along came a man
Down this winding path.
He was walking slow and hobbled over
And seemed to need a bath.

Who could it be? Oh now I know!
It's Sloth, the last of our sinnin' boys,
He took so long to get here
Because he's got no joys.

It's not that his life's not happy,
He just doesn't care!
He's too lazy to do a thing,
Motivation? For him it is quite rare.

Well when it comes to Sloth,
There's nothing really to say!
He laid right down on that path
And remains there still this day.

He's wasted his gifts and talents from God,
What a terrible thing to do! -
The sad thing is, that these guys
live in me and you.

The moral of the story is thus,
One sin leads to another.
And every wretched sin you do,
Is bound to hurt a brother.

And while you may be led to think
You've beat your sins away,
Believe me they're still lying there -
Dormant for a better day.

So turn to God, confess your sins,
that you might have His love.
For in the wings of Mighty God,
You'll fly amongst the doves.