• A girl is hurt, her wound is bad.
    she stumbles down, wishes she had,

    stopped. but she couldn't.
    and he wouldn't.

    So she tells me, it will be her last,
    but her tears inspire my wrath.

    A boy is walking, down the street.
    a van pulls up, and offers a treat.

    The man just smiles from ear to ear,
    and tells the boy to "come on in here."

    the boy hesitates, it's candy indeed.
    and then jumps in, embracing his greed.

    Sitting there, among his fat,
    he watches t.v. imagine that.

    his wife cries, but does he care?
    he just sits, and continues to stare.

    finally crazy, the wife takes a knife,
    stabs him in the back, ending his life.

    the man cries out, in agony,
    with nothing to blame, but his apathy.

    She strutts around, her hair is gold,
    She's like a model, or so she's been told.

    A cheerleader, she super cool,
    she's makes all the little boys drool.

    But she wouldn't help, not even if they cried,
    She'd have to step up, and swallow her pride.

    He watched her, from the back of class,
    his eyes beady, staring at her a**.

    He dreamed, and he thought,
    it was her, his body sought.

    But it wasn't love, there was no trust,
    only his mind, rotted by lust.

    She wanted her shoes, no she needed them now.
    She didn't know if she could live with the cow.

    but her shoes were quite pretty, really quite neat,
    so she would live for now, in relative peace.

    the shoes on her feet were not nearly as trendy,
    her heart was obbsessed with the emotion of envy.

    He sat in the resturant, filling his face,
    didn't care about nothing, or who he'd disgrace.

    the only thing now, was sitting on his tray,
    but then in his mouth, and to the stomach today.

    And even when alone, the lights had gone dim,
    he continued his feast, just the food and him.


    7 lives, 7 people, 7 sins.