Once upon an age, existed peace in waves
Except for all those fancy blokes who hid upon the stage
Roving round the world they uncovered the secret to their cage
A blissful nook of undoings as seven carved its name
These people odd as they might seem were blinded not with Rage
Greed and Gluttony crafted a lens of beauty in selfish aims
Sloth paved way for Envy's colours
Not for green what other did she gain?
Pride made one not sad not undone
But rather quite unremorseful of his immorality yet to come
Sensuality brought home a page from Lust's playbook
And led the lamb to slaughter because of lack of restraint like cuffs or maybe a hook
Riddling the world with animal's instinct
Plebeians flocked to them in awe of their vainglory and handed over fealty
And that is how my story ends, on psychopathic whims
They screwed the world over and called themselves the deadly sins
This is one creative way to write poetry. Did you draw all the pictures?