Perfection is a septimal horror.
The desire to be perfect is such a difficult path, living off of envious wrath.
The glutonous need for the rich to undermine the poor, the greedyness soars, perfection being the eye of the storm.
Our lust to be perfect is evident,
Plastic surgeons making millions off the discomfort of others, longing to be the precieced perfect.
once you obtain this unreacheable request, one of the few perfect, unlike all the rest.
your pride it grows, the vanity glows, you feel so high, so perfect.
Yet to us, you are taking the low road, your bragging it shows.
And then the sloth sets in, with its decieteful grin.
You already reached perfection, and now your not willing to work to keep it.
So now your life is going great.
Your perfect, five-star, a perfect ten.
Have you realized your living the seven deadly sins?
Its off to hell now with your soul, enjoy the ride.
Satan's a domanating dictator, and perfection is his whip.