Never alone would Terror sleep with Anger and its strain,
Let alone, would Anger weep without its fear of Pain?
Pain is just a little man who shrinks from Wrath and Fear
And Fear is just a bumbling child whose really not quite here.
Wrath and Anger struggle over whom should Lust be fought
While Lust is just a little girl who Envy soon forgot.
Envy cannot bear the thought that others give to Greed
But Greed cannot contain himself there is so much he needs.
Fear and Terror often quarrel over who's the better one
Though Fear will soon relent he knows the fight cannot be won.
All the while Good Hate sits by and laughs at what he sees.
He scorns the rest he knows he's best at misery and glee.