A Child's View on Our Religion

I wandered into a church today.

By the podium stood Pride and Gluttony

Gluttony's mouth was hanging ajar
Begging to be fed, the monsterous child
He looked at me with peircing eyes
That seemed to consume part of my soul.

Pride fluffed her golden hair and frowned
Down at me through icy eyes so blind
She refused to come from her lofty perch
As she sniffed at me in distaste.

I looked to the rafters to see Sloth and Envy.

Sloth stood, or slouched lazily, and gazed at me
With half-closed lids that barely showed
His grey eyes, also blinded like his sister
He groaned at me and went back to sleep.

Envy glared at me, her green eyes open
And furiously she  hissed in my direction
Her nails sharpened into deadly claws
She envied me, though I had little to envy.

I turned to the offering plate and saw Greed

He curled around the golden plate like a snake
Hissing again at me and smiling with teeth
That were ground to tiny points over his tongue
He beckoned me to give my soul to the plate

I shuttered and turned to see Lust blocking my way

"It is lovely to see you," she hissed and pressed
Her naked body to my shaking form; she was warm
Her hair swirled around me and I pulled away
As she turned back and placed her hand on the door.

A red light filled the room as Wrath entered.

He roared in my face, breath smelling of dead bodies
He snickered when I did not move and sneered
At the others around him; "We rule the house of God"
He raved with a smile that made my skin crawl.

They all took their seats in the front row as Church began.

As the reverand began to preach, I waved to the Sins
And walked out.