The Cardinal Sins
On a chilly dark wintry night,
Belphegor lures you into his vicious trap:
His trap of laziness.
‘Its just… mind over matter’ they say.
‘Just one last time, ONE LAST TIME.’ he echoes.
Echoes it from the distant foggy frosty forest.
As weak you are his big tempting hands,
You easily give in:
You forgo persistence for pleasure.
The desire to sin is increasingly alluring.
Soon Lucifer, Mammon, Asmodeus, Leviathan, Beelzebub and Satan come along.
Forcefully dumping filth down your body: The temple of god.
Hot tears stream down your frigid rosy cheeks.
Your heart aches with grief when you finally realise your mistakes.
The mistakes from which you never learned from.
Then, self-immolation enters your, desperate, chaotic, mind.
’DO IT!’, he snarls with firm authority.
At top speed, you see,
a defined blinding streak of thunder,
ascending from the heavens,
strikes a snail.
From his warm smile, you understand of his everlasting love.
You do not have smear its cold slime all over yourself, anymore.
With god on your inner sanctum, summer blooms.
And you begin defining your walk of salvation.