Seven Deadly Sins lie in wait to leave the earth.
They quiver before the evil human institution.
Pride is boasting about the car he's taking.
Greed is trying to figure what he can stuff in his carry-on.
Lust is distracted with a woman he can't have.
Envy is thinking about how easy the lively sins have it.
Gluttony is fixing to eat one last meal.
Wrath is finding someone to blame.
Sloth doesn't want to go at all.

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