Look, look into my eyes
See the reflection, your soul
in its most naked form
Drink it in, see what your flaw is
For all souls have them
and what flaws I have seen!
Some fools cannot look away, so great is their want for more
Ah! If only they could see the flaw, the thing they desperately seek, driving them in their need
For their need sends them to the ends of the earth
And even then they are not
But that is not the worst
For I have seen, love twisted
into something wicked
They're not fit to see the light of day
And those men, they seek to
charm, to tempt
So that they may, once they have had their fill, dump me by the wayside like so many other innocents before
For other men it is a triumph to get out of bed,
those are the men feeding off of other's labor
I will not waste time on them, for they do enough wasting for all of us
So you ask, what drives a man to kill?
What a lovely flaw this is, letting you have power, while really ruling you
It will devour you from the inside out, leaving you no better then a rabid dog
These men have tried to destroy me, so afraid of the truth, so confident in
what is not a gift, but a curse
And then there are those who want what is mine
They cannot see the good in themselves and such
They constantly want what others have
I do not wish to stare into their eyes for all there is in them is doubt
There are those who simply sit
and eat, such is their need
They spill drink on their shirt and do not care-why should they?
They need to keep eating...
So then I turn to you for the seventh
Your sin so good in moderation
is held in you in great excess
For you, constantly believing you are better
That will lead to your undoing
And indeed you came here because you believed you had no flaw
And now well you sit and rage, ask the question that is dying to escape your lips:
What is my flaw?
You see I have all and yet none, for I am their mother and indeed it is I who have birthed them:
The three triplets; Sloth, Gluttony, and Greed
Envy and Pride, Siamese twins attached at the hip
Lust so frequently courting women, even his sister, just as the gods of Olympus courted each other so he courted Wrath
And when he ran off with another girl, Wrath sent all of hell after him
And so they are my children and such is my gift and my curse
Goodbye and say hello to my son for me...