Falsehood is a waste place

Lies are its matter, fecal

They mess and find pleasure

Diabolical, devilish, lethal

Finding it impossible to choose the right,

Scavenging the dead, a devil, Tasmanian

Always seeking to destroy those who’re alive,

Watching to catch prey, a dog, Siberian 

Pride is a waste place 

The inflated ego is its matter, chaotic

Wars, wars, and rumors of wars,

Murdering many and calling it patriotic

Finding it impossible to truly love others,

Manipulating craftily, a serpent, Red Dragon

Always seeking to funnel live bait into their web,

Biting cyclically, a Sydney spider, Australian

Lust is a waste place

Unbridled appetite is its matter, impulsive 

They seek to fulfill their constant cravings,

Uncontrolled actions to that end, compulsive

Finding it impossible to see others

As more than just an object, just a creature, nonhuman

Always wandering about, an empty shell,

Feening for the next high, an addict, subhuman