Seven Devils
Kate Busto

Seven devils were meant to be,
Seven of them, to tempt me,
to haunt and torture,
to test me ‘til my departure.

Seven devils meant to be,
the first one came to me.
Desire what you need not,
fall in love, a lot.
Sin once, if you must,
expect to fall into sin of lust.

Seven devils meant to be,
the second one came to me.
Indulge in more than meets your fill,
even if it makes you ill.
Soon you'll find your company
will be the sin of gluttony.

Seven devils meant to be,
the third one came to me.
Acquire items, hoard what you see,
include misdeeds like simony.
On you this sin will feed
to become the sin of greed.

Seven devils meant to be,
the fourth one came to me.
Failure to do, failure to act,
laziness can be abstract.
Soon you will begin to loathe
the sin that comes to you as sloth.

Seven devils meant to be,
the fifth one came to me.
Power, vengeance, anger, and hate,
these will all change your fate.
And soon blood will pool your bath
when you exhibit the sin of wrath.

Seven devils meant to be,
the sixth one came to me.
With discontent at oneself,
you wish to covet another self.
The weight of jealousy is heavy
when a body sins with envy.

Seven devils meant to be,
the seventh one came to me.
Love of self can become twisted,
admiration of others missed.
Watching your life become untied,
too bound up in sin of pride.

Seven devils meant to be,

Seven of them to tempt me.