And The Devil Wept

How art thou fallen, O Sin, my fairest blight
Once crowned with guile now rended by thine own!  
Thy venom turns upon thyself in spite
And leaves me wailing on my burning throne

O treacherous spawn of my infernal flame
Why dost thou feast upon thy tainted kin?  
Thy hunger knows no end, nor heeds my claim
For thou art thine own foe, O cursed Sin!  

Behold the ruin wrought by thine own lust
Each vice devours the seed that gave it birth
Pride's lofty tower crumbles into dust
By envy’s claws and wrath that scorches earth

O gluttony, thy swollen maw doth fail
For famine rises in thy endless feast
And sloth, thy chains that bind with shadows pale
Are broken by ambition’s restless beast

Thou art the serpent swallowing its end
A pyre consuming all with ashen breath
I forged thee strong yet now I fail to mend
Thy strength undone by thy devouring death

Accursed art thou, my child, my cherished woe
Thy self-destruction mocks my kingdom’s plan
Would that I could unmake thee, let thee go
Yet still thou art the ruin bred of Man

Lament, O Sin, for thou art doomed to fall
Not by the heavens’ light or angel’s rod
But by thine own design, that eats thee all
And leaves thy ruin as the hand of God