Deadly Seven

Count them, there's seven

They're called deadly sins

They steal from God's glory

Seems like Satan wins

We ravage as gluttons

With food that we hoard

Indulge greedy whims

And still we are bored

Lustful, we're driven

With desire in vain

Lazy! we argue

"Why you want it when?"

We want what they have

Turning green with envy

But we won't forgive them

Pride-filled, naturally

We anger when You ask

'Will you change your ways?'

He tempts us. You let him!

Nearly all of our days.