So far everybody knows that the seven deadly sins are Greed, Gluttony, Anger, Sloth, Jealousy (aka: "Envy"), Lust, and Pride. All seven deadly sins have been around since the 18th century and beyond. and when everybody's talking about the seven deadly sins, it doesn't go away. All seven deadly sins are like the seven evil exes in the August 2010 movie "Scott Pilgrim Vs The World" starring Michael Cera, Mary Elizabeth Winstead, Kieran Culkin, Mae Whitman, and Alison Pill. In real reference to the seven deadly sins, they're like those of Matthew Patel-Lust, Lucas Lee-Gluttony, Todd Ingrim-Greed, Roxanne "Roxie" Richter-Sloth, the Katayanagi twins (Kyle and Ken)-Wrath and Envy, and Gideon Graves-Pride. All of those vices have taken a toll on everybody in the world, even in the United States of America and Canada. And in other words, the seven deadly sins are like the League of Evil Exes; the Seven Evil Exes were here to kill Scott Pilgrim to control the future of Ramona flowers' love life and stuff. Come to think of it, the seven deadly sins are also known for controlling the lives of every human being, especially the happily married couples and beyond. Some of those sins are forgiven, but some of them aren’t. Or whatever that means. And if the seven deadly sins continue to wreak havoc on every human being on this planet, there’s no telling what bad thing might happen next.
Copyright © Brashard Bursey | Year Posted 2012
>>1111>>EVIL vs CONSCIOUSNESS<<1111<<
I’m not to blame that my aim’s to hide the TRUTH
I’ll emulate Consciousness tricking the deceived into their Nooses,
I’m what you call evil, our spirits are not the same,
The fact you haven’t claimed the masses is really a shame,
I’m the characteristics they love, your stuff is boring,
I am crafty and like to party, you’re hearty and not fly,
I’m a Sheppard in disguise, I can lie, and you choose to lose,
My name is Lucifer, First in command, in control, and after your soul.
Who are you to step to me? Can’t you see?
You’re shameless, useless, with a cognition deficiency,
You got no wisdom because you’re focused on nothing,
Not even one thing, no productive activity,
I’ve heard what you say, it’s not worthy of worship,
You’re sloppy, you will never stop me, you’re a waste of space,
That deceitful, awful demeanor you call your voice,
I will shut it down, you don’t have a choice!
Ring the Alarm, you should know, on a chart it would show I’m winning,
Sinning people is what keeps this world spinning,
You could’ve removed me right from the start,
But no, A Divine plan is what was planned from your heart,
You were stupid and claim to lose when it comes down to it,
Had the chance to kill me, but because of your ways you blew it,
As for your powers, you forget how to use them,
You built a whole universe but no one knows your anthem,
You call it sin, and so do I, so let’s sum this up,
Come, drink, from my sacred cup?
I speak to other gods and it always impresses,
You’re just a weak Hebrew god, come on you need to confess this!
That’s right, CONSCIOUSNESS is my name, and I’m the best at this game
Which means you’re under my control because you left your claim,
You deceived man to eat the apple so this is ya karma,
And now you need a savior to save ya
I’m Love, Strength, Wisdom and transcendent
You’re the evilest role model while I am wisdom sent,
You’re the underdog demigod, yes, forgotten and gone,
I’m the best, don’t detest, I’ll literally destroy you,
So step aside and fly away, go find a place to dwell,
You’re gone forever now, yes I’m Universal Consciousness right now!
date written: 21.11.2015
NOTE: I have changed righteousness to CONSCIOUSNESS for valid reasons :) 24.11.2015
Copyright © Quincy Mac | Year Posted 2015
A lie slowly becomes' Mercy
As the truth suddenly becomes'
There comes' a time where
Life has equated itself with Death
The implications' so unclear
And then death has made off
With it's own consumption
As it breaches' it's own
And has blended it's own
As We seek the resound
Sound know as the "Registrar"
He make's Legions' of me and you
When we do appear before him
Fore He is far beyond man
So repetitiously clear
He makes' short work of perdition
In the deliverance of all man
And He delivers' sanity soulfully at will
It is the "Just" among man
Then in a chasm like appurtenance
It becomes Evil Incorporate
Evil on demand
He then reveals' himself
He is but a creation threw time
He brings superstition
He play's with the mind
And this He has been doing
Since the beginning
Copyright © Gary Fields | Year Posted 2011
Appearance was your entire routine.
But truth is found if one looks deep enough.
A walking good first impression machine,
Yet something else when we cut through the fluff.
If not a teammate, what is a colleague?
No possible chance for a working team.
You thought you were so far out of our league,
Your sincere belief: You must be the Queen.
So underhanded, thought you were witty,
Stealthily swinging your velvet hammer.
You guarded my back just like Frank Nitti,
Knife-wielding in Kevlar body glamour.
‘Tween glamour and beauty the difference be,
One illusion, the other genuine
To conceal, from all who attempt to see
The inner workings of your Janus mind.
Botox, silicone, hair dye, and makeup
Formed your outer plastic geometry.
An eldritch dark lurked under the fakeup,
Fearful spiritual dysymmetry.
Your extroversion turned soul perversion,
Leveraging venom out through the crowd.
Backbiting, nastiness, and subversion
Brought the resulting silences so loud.
Spinning yarns, a bovine defecator.
Although the specifics remain unknown,
Twisting minds, a mental fornicator.
If water ripples, unseen rock was thrown.
A fell Disney Witch incarnate, it’s true,
Adept at the ins and outs of culture.
The bad element did flock straight to you--
Decay smells like gourmet to a vulture.
But Karma is a bear, everyone knows
Working at times slowly, ineffably
Eventually your time bomb did blow.
With no little schadenfreude, truthfully.
Our faults can be found through introspection
But not while there is a beam in you eye
Ever in love with your own reflection
Achilles Heel, the root of your goodbye.
It became so clear, you were no fair elf.
Over time, the whole truth will always out.
Most couldn’t guess ‘til they saw for themselves
The walls have eyes, ears, and certainly, mouths.
A guilty pleasure, as I was so blessed
Chatting with the chairman about work things,
Standing there when your pager hit his desk
Blessed relief! Oh, how my heart did sing!
I’m not proud of my lack of sympathy
Covered with grime from rolling in your muck.
Your nastiness left me no empathy
Just not my problem that you became stuck.
After all, one thing yet remains with me
Doubtful the impression you’d be wanting.
Simply an abiding sense of pity,
The emptiness of your life is haunting.
All I can do is offer a prayer
Up for you, but so I can heal from this.
Open my wounds to the Spirit’s fresh air
Having exposed my soul to your Abyss.
Copyright © Tom Quigley | Year Posted 2016
I do not know?
There’s nothing quite like it, eh?
A tool that gets jobs done
But then you’ll have to stay
While others are having their fun
You’re forced to labor all day
Putting off your day in the sun
But Halloween is so near
And won’t it be pitiful
Not to instill some fear
By getting a bit physical
So get yourself in gear
And go and whack
Just one or two
From behind you’ll attack
Heads that will spew
A little blood
Along with brain
After the thud
Copyright © David Fisher | Year Posted 2014
There’s an old creaky mansion before me
One with a sole light in the attic free
With a red door in the extreme entrance
One that’s filled with webs of a spider dance
Under a full moon by an empty tree
Stands a witch, owner of this house I see
With black cats to fulfill a dark wild curse
Light forms around her hands looking adverse
Then a cat forms into a handsome man
Full of evil, this being has a plan
Fog encircles the two standing around
As quick as a wink he disappears down
Her goal is partly done, her evil work
Is powerfully enhanced by this murk
Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2013
Darkness can only exist where there is no sign of light,
That’s why God created the moon to shimmer in the night.
The moon reflects the light that the sun lovingly provides,
Leaving very little room for darkness or the evil that it hides.
The Father gave his son to us to be our guarding light,
And entrusted us to do His work by providing us with sight.
To do the work that He has for us, He keeps us each one clean
In order to reflect His light until what’s hidden can be seen.
Then the evil will fall away as it withers in His glory,
And another page of righteousness will be written in His story.
A single one of us reflecting his love can be an awesome sight,
But when we band together we become a blinding light.
You are all called to do your part, each one adding to the measure,
And the shine that you’ll reflect will become your greatest treasure.
Copyright © Tony Lane | Year Posted 2011
They are therefore to be carefully avoided at all times
Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza | Year Posted 2011
God...give me the strength to stand
up against this evil tide.
May I be a Christ-like example
for God's "winning side."
Standing up for what is right
is often hard to do.
I must do it God...if I'm going
to be a follower of YOU!
You're an awesome God who
knows each person's heart.
But, so much of our moral fabric
has been "ripped apart."
God looks down from heaven and sees
our wickedness and shame.
As so many have ignored his word
and cursed his HOLY name.
Jesus--what must I do to reach
this lost and dying nation?
As a wave of evil spreads and
destroys your creation?
I must tell others of your grace
and redemptive power.
I must act quickly.
with each passing hour!
His judgement is coming.
Make no mistake.
It's time to receive his salvation..
.the hour's growing late!
As our nation needs a mighty
Holy Ghost delivering.
Help me to help others to be
ready for Christ' appearing!
One day soon, Jesus Christ
is coming again!
Even so Lord Jesus...
come quickly... Yes and Amen!
By Jim Pemberton
Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2011
by Steven Pineda
There is a place that I work at that is called Walmart. I get ready everyday just to go to work for the evil corporation of slave drivers. The managers there are like giants holding whips slashing you and telling you to do there bidding. You do get a break ever two hrs but the water they give you is gasoline and is nasty and they shackle you to the store so you will not try to escape and run for your life. I stand at the register which is an evil machine that sticks its claws into you and doesn't allow you to move till you feed it money. And the thing you should be scared of is the almighty customer which you have to bow down to and do what ever they say. As I stand there waiting for them to come with all there nasty goodies their going to buy I tremble because I can hear the sound of their foot steps which is like nails on a chalk bored screeching towards you. If they choose you and go to your line beware for there are not forgiving and will throw you to the fire at a given chance. The first customers comes towards me and with whips starts hitting me and telling me to move faster to ring up there items so they can go home and dwell in they cave they came from. Hands hurting, Fingers bleeding this is the life of a cashier. At the end of the day I reach the doors and something magical happens I grow my wings back and fly home to enjoy myself. Then in return I become the customer and make another cashier bow down to me.
Copyright © steven pineda | Year Posted 2011
One good turn deserves another.
The good you do shall live forever.
No matter how small it will appear.
For those in need it’s always dear.
Their need is what compels a deed.
The deed you do will fill your need.
It’s like you save for a rainy day.
Sowers reap, so wise men say.
The good we sow will multiply.
It will go on after we die.
Copyright © Omar Jabak | Year Posted 2016
Envy is feeling sorrow at another’s good fortune and
Joy at the evil which befalls him/her as if
We ourselves were injured by the good and
Benefited by the evil that comes to him/her
Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza | Year Posted 2011
That lone ornamental plant,
that stood straight,
with colored shiny leaves,
had its own story to relate,
it was brought in infancy,
to the office,
to decorate and tickle fancy,
it was an eye soothe,
amongst dead office wood eye sores,
and people who were alive,
but wanted others dead,
plant was innocent,
and had not thought so in the start days,
but had gathered that over each passing day,
he had a secret to reveal,
that people came to office,
not to work,
but to work down others,
they were jealous and egoists,
they spoke lies and spoke bad of others,
most of the time they did that,
only a little was left,
for the work for which they were paid for,
life of the plant was spent thus,
he became tired and almost dead,
he knew these evil people,
would throw him out one day,
and that they did,
but he was happy,
that he was free,
of evil and bad.
Copyright © Shishir Gupta | Year Posted 2005
A perfect work of an evil
You won’t know it’s mine
To take someone’s name
Trying to cut your bright line
Not a perfect crime
I’m aware what’s going on
Everything is not a movie
But the show must go on
Brightness is darkness
Everyone is on spotlight
But behind is a devil’s trap
You won’t see my light
Right can go wrong
That’s what you believe in
Don’t be blinded by light
You'll fall in a trickily sin
Copyright © Lei Strauss | Year Posted 2016