Seven Deadly Sins - Wrath Poem by Shankaran Kutty

For all the evil pleasures
And the lives we lead so vile
When anger and tyranny rule
Wiping away all smile
When selfishness and debauchery
Are all the wealth we hath
Be ready to suffer ye men
The fury of the devil’s wrath

When the sun sets one last time
The day of the apocalypse
And the moon hides behind
A never to end eclipse
When the Gods would finally lose
The battle of good versus evil
When Good is bad and every man
Treads a path so baneful

The devil becomes the master
And the heavens his personal fief
And plagues, floods and destruction
Flourish, with death the only relief
When the prayers won’t be to save
But to grant an instant death
Such unbearable would be the pain
If one lives to taken another breath

It is not a fantasy, but the truth
If we lead the lives we lead
Submit to the Lord, our saviour
His teachings, we humbly heed
And surrender to Him, the Almighty
To show us the righteous path
That we may never have to bear
The Devil’s cruel wrath