• Gluttony

    There is said to be a monster lurking in the shadows.
    His guts a-gurglin’ with hunger for the human soul.
    With a belly full’a people parts,
    And a heart as black as coal.

    Clad in rusted chain mail, the fearsome glutton waits
    As the seams stitched down his stomach split,
    And slither off like snakes.

    From the mass of fat called Gluttony,
    Springs the fate of those who sin
    As the noose of his intestines
    Traps the sinners deep within.


    - Cheech Of Tears