locked inside your foreskin,
kill the insects inside.
pull the nails out the toes,
and the pride out the mind.

pride that ate your insides,
pulls the eye balls and makes blind.
pride that leaves you awake,
for seeks the never-ending greed in the middle of the night.

pull the trigger and kill the greed,
cut sharp the skin and let it bleed.
greed made you your nemesis refined,
greed made you fall, lust made you plead.

skin you love and skin you ply,
would tore you apart if skin could lie.
lust is what rots your brain alive,
lust marks weaks where envy thrives.

you envy the world when the tables turn,
the envy seeks the moral burn,
it poisons the mind with disbelief.
and helps gluttony stir.

the drunker seek the bottomless well,
with endless grief and endless fell,
the drugs give him a platonic joy.
uplifts the wrath and pushes down the boy.

wrath that burns the farms and trees,
it's red and hot with boiling steams,
the wrath shows you what you can,
and sloth shows you what you are doomed to be.

sloth is a complicated insect of mind,
it mutates the limbs and breaks the spine,
when nurtured with inactive life.
it writes the letters to Satan behind.