Seven Influences whisper in your ear,
Wrath burns bright, but it won't steer.
Pride wears a crown you cannot claim,
Avarice digs deep, but finds no flame.

Envy, you seethe, yet lack the charm,
Gluttony's hunger does you no harm.
Lust calls out, a hollow desire,
Dominion eludes, a fading fire.

But the greatest sin lies in your gaze,
Self-delusion leads you through this maze.
Lie to yourself, pretend you're wisea"I'll strip the truth from all your lies.

Penned by my hand on the 8th of Chronos, in the year 958 AF.