In the grand tapestry of human tale,
Seven deadly sins unfurl and prevail.
A dance of shadows, a folly of fate,
Each sin a chapter, a twist in our slate.

In regal robes of purple, pride holds sway,
A sovereign in arrogance, day by day.
Ego’s throne, adorned in hues so deep,
Reflects the folly of the soul’s steep.

Greed, a relentless seeker in gold’s allure,
Hoarding wealth, an insatiable allure.
Coins clinking in avarice’s embrace,
In the golden glow, morals may efface.

Lust, a flame that burns in the scarlet heat,
A dance of desires, where passions fleet.
Crimson hues in the tapestry spun,
In the scarlet fires, reason may be undone.

Envy, a serpent with a green-eyed gaze,
Coiled in shadows, it silently sways.
In shades of green, it masks its bitter face,
A venomous dance, a toxic embrace.

Gluttony, a banquet in orange’s light,
Excess and indulgence, a voracious sight.
Feasts of abundance, an unbridled flow,
In the orange haze, restraint may go.

In the blackened night of wrath’s storm,
A tempest brews, emotions deform.
Eyes ablaze in anger’s relentless mire,
In the heart of wrath, reason may tire.

Sloth, a languor in the tranquil blue,
A somber hue where ambitions strew.
In lethargy’s realm, time stands still,
As purpose withers, in the azure chill.

In this grand drama of shadows and sin,
Let wisdom guide, let virtue begin.
For in the dance of light and shade,
Choose the path of goodness, undeterred and unswayed.

Where time is still,
Sloth, the silent thief, works its ill.
A slumberous haze, a lethargic mire,
In shades of blue, it quenches the fire.

Blue, the color of a listless sky,
In sloth’s embrace, ambitions lie.
A languid river, unmoved and slow,
Drowning purpose in a tranquil flow.

Eyes heavy with the weight of delay,
Dreams adrift, like ships astray.
In the sea of idleness, where currents deceive,
Sloth casts a spell that’s hard to leave.

Yet, in the quiet moments of reprieve,
A choice emerges, a chance to weave.
A tapestry bold, with threads of action,
To banish the blue, regain traction.

Shake off the chains of indolent slumber,
Awaken the spirit from its languid lumber.
In the canvas of life, paint a vibrant hue,
As sloth retreats, and purpose anew.

In the crucible of anger’s breed,
Wrath, the tempest, plants its fiery seed.
A dark force rising, in shadows it unfurls,
In the blackened heart, where hatred swirls.

Black, the cloak that veils reason’s light,
As fury consumes both day and night.
A storm of rage, thundering and loud,
Leaving in its wake, a desolate shroud.

Eyes ablaze like coals of burning ire,
In the soul’s abyss, where demons conspire.
Blackened thoughts, a venomous brew,
In the crucible of wrath, reason askew.

Yet, in the silence that follows the roar,
A choice emerges from anger’s core.
To let the shadows of hatred part,
And heal the wounds with a forgiving heart.

Release the chains of vengeance’s might,
For in the blackness, find a guiding light.
In the crucible of wrath, let wisdom steer,
And banish the shadows, hold forgiveness dear.

In the marketplace, where fortunes unfold,
Greed, the relentless seeker, counts its gold.
Avarice, the sly and cunning thief,
In shades of yellow, it hides beneath.

Yellow, the color of sunlit desire,
Greed’s flame, a relentless fire.
It blinds the eyes to the needs of kin,
As wealth accumulates, a soul grows thin.

Coins clinking like deceitful laughter,
Greed’s banquet, a feast that leads to disaster.
A craving insatiable, a bottomless pit,
In the golden glow, humanity may quit.

Yet, in the heart’s ledger, a choice is scribed,
To hoard the gold or let generosity guide.
For in the balance of wealth and need,
True richness transcends the yellowed greed.

Cast off the shackles of avaricious delight,
In the warmth of giving, find true light.
For in the treasury of a heart that’s free,
Yellow becomes the hue of empathy.

Where whispers spin,
Envy, the serpent, slithers within.
A poison subtle, a venomous sting,
In shades of moss, its presence will cling.

Green, the color of a covetous gaze,
A shade that in envy, veils its ways.
It weaves through thoughts like creeping vines,
Jealousy’s embrace, where darkness twines.

Eyes that linger on another’s gain,
A heart that harbors a bitter disdain.
In the emerald depths of envy’s lair,
Seeds of bitterness take root and snare.

Yet, in the heart’s garden, a choice may bloom,
To wither in envy or let kindness loom.
For in the canvas of life, colors blend,
Green need not be a foe, but a faithful friend.

Let not the tendrils of envy entwine,
For in its clasp, no joy we find.
Instead, let gratitude in hues be seen,
And paint the world with a tranquil green.