We humans fear and believe in the almighty,
In times of dire need, go into a praying spree
The hypocrisy of it all,
Occurs when we commit the seven deadly sins

But is that all there is to them?
Or was there another, which wasn't included, decided in the immortal one's realm?
It was the eighth in the form of love,
It puts you in a sort of trance, so intense at times it can't be broken, even with a slap from a glove

It instils us with more power than we need,
Leading people to make it their creed
Something that creates us and also destroys,
Drowning us do deep within it, to the point we can't even hear our own voice,
If the right ones are showered with it, then go ahead and rejoice

But forget this not,
If the wrong ones are chosen, all you get at the end of it is rot,
So be wise in life and choose the right lot!