The seven deadly sins: Are pride, greed, lust, gluttony, wrath and sloth; But I believe that Satan’s most lethal sin Is pity, in any form, as it makes us soft.
Often when I walk past Those without a home, I feel a twang of pity, (not to be confused with compassion) As I’ve forgotten them by the time I’m home.
Sure I pity those in the world; Without food, water and shelter But who am I to take the pride they have left, with pity, So I’ll change the Chanel over
The pity for oneself is the most evil of all. It oozes out like black tar, It creates a bubble of misery That soon cements into a jar.
And there you sit All alone With nothing but hate for those around you As you’re crowned queen of the pity throne.