Woe

Woe unto Sinners!
Languish the to the Lechers Lost in Lust,
Their hearts blindfolded by genetic breed.
Grieve for the Greedy, and the Gluttonous,
Striving to fill emptiness' pit with greed.
Sing Sorrow softly for souls so Slothful,
Shackled without purpose like an ever growing weed.
Weep for the Wicked warped with Wrath's Will,
Their anger driven hard, spurs on Fear's steed.
Evoke elegies of empty empathy for those of envy,
Driven solely by visions of only earthly need.
Pity the people pressed by Pride Persistently,
Stocking blindly the value on one's own deed.

Woe unto sinners!
Morosely mourn their malicious afflictions,
but elicit no effort to understand the condition!
Drown dutifully their dreams in the dooming depth of darkness.
Sear softly sincere smiles from your slippery subconscious.
Know not their nervousness nursed by their false starts,
Along with All of the happy hope held by their hearts.
Beware the budding beauty in them briefly running wild,
Careful and Carefree chasing a cherished child.
Join not in the jubilance from any Jaunty jest.
Never weep woefully for the wails that weigh upon their breast!
Cast off and crush the cloak of their camaraderie,
and intensely ignore the impending implications of humanity.
For if you never nudge yourself anywhere near,
and righteously rigorously rue them,
you'll never have to face the frightful fear,
that maybe you too are human.