Have you heard the story of seven brothers?
The seven deadly sins,
The greatest faults to ever exist.
Let’s walk through the hallway,
To the room where the youngest waits.

Sloth lies there, heavy as a stone,
Sunken deep into the bed,
Wrapped in blankets, sleeping all day,
Too lazy to lift a finger.
I wonder—where is the sixth brother?

In the next room, Wrath waits,
Brushing his teeth until the gums bleed,
A volcano simmering beneath the skin,
Ready to explode if anyone dares.
Let’s move on quickly before he spots us.

Then there’s Gluttony, the fifth brother,
Feasting on everything within reach.
You can hear him munching in the kitchen,
Clutching his food with a greedy grip.
Across the hall stands Envy in silence.

Envy, the fourth, watches us all,
His green eyes gleaming with jealousy.
A monster barely restrained,...