27 Thoughts

One night,
Standing in the moonlight,
Unkown to all others,
A group gathers.
Seven people,
Who have indulged in the forbidden apple.
Those who have committed a crime,
Unforgivable by all mankind.

Pride
Wrath
Lust
Envy
Greed
Gluttony
Sloth

These are their identities,
The harbringer of calamities.
Spreading their evil,
Throughout this world.
With no particular difficulty,
Fulfilling this duty.


Duty? Some might ask.
Yes. I would answer it is their task.
An order from a higher authority,
Which stripped them of their pride and dignity.

They are called by some fallen angels,
While others call them devils.
But in truth there is no difference,
They are naught but creations.

All in this world begins with one.
And what if that one is really all in this world.
What if that one is the only one that controls all in this world.
All life and all death, all blessings and all disasters.
What if that one existence is all that really is.
That we have been directing our hate towards but a scapegoat.
That the one we're thankful for is actually the one which causes us to hate.
This is the world.
This is my life.
Contradictory.