People always talk about the Seven Deadly Sins like they’re monsters.

Carnal. Chaotic. Easy to spot in the wild.

But they’re not.

They’re quiet. Seductive. Familiar.

You don’t run from them—you invite them in.

I used to study them like old friends.

Lust was never the most dangerous.

She’s a liar, yes. A spark in the wrong hands. But Lust doesn’t destroy alone.

She only whispers—never forces.

Her downfall is in the invitation, not the demand.

And people, well… they RSVP fast.

Gluttony? He’s hungry, sure. But never full.

He fills the silence with noise, the ache with excess.

He’s not just about food, you know.

You can gorge on love. On power. On pain.

Greed was harder to see.

He doesn’t shout—he calculates.

He counts what you have and smiles when it’s not enough.

He makes sure you need just one more—one more dollar, one more lover, one more hit.

Sloth is soft. That’s what makes her lethal.

She doesn’t kill you quickly.

She just lets you rot—bit by bit.

She teaches you to be okay with numb.

She taught me, once.

Wrath isn’t what they say she is.

She isn’t rage in the streets or broken glass on the floor.

She’s precision. Cold. Surgical.

She waits. Smiles. Then burns everything down.

Envy is lonely.

She watches everyone else live and wonders why she can’t.

She bleeds in green and dresses it up as ambition.

She claps for others through gritted teeth.

I’ve felt her in the marrow.

And Pride?

She’s the queen.

The mother of the rest.

She teaches you you’re better, smarter, untouchable.

She’s the one who whispers, You don’t need anyone.

She makes you brave—until you fall.

But there’s one they forgot.

Or maybe they didn’t want to name it.

The Eighth Sin is Yearning.

The kind that hollows you out.

Not just wanting—but needing something so badly, it corrodes you.

It turns longing into obsession.

Desire into destruction.

It’s not lust—it’s deeper. Not envy—it’s darker.

Yearning makes you tear through everything you love

just to fill a hole that won’t ever be full.

It tells you, You were meant for more,

and doesn’t care what it costs to get it.

People like to think sin is indulgent.

But sometimes, sin is desperation in disguise.

If I had to rank them, from least to most dangerous?

7 – Sloth: Easy to sink into, but you can crawl out.

6 – Gluttony: Predictable. Repetitive.

5 – Lust: Only deadly if you confuse it for love.

4 – Envy: Poison with a smile.

3 – Wrath: Always comes with a body count.

2 – Pride: She kills quietly. Dignity first, soul second.

1 – Yearning: Because it makes you think it’s holy.

Like you deserve more.

Like your ache is proof you’re meant for something divine.

But it’s not.

It’s just a deeper kind of hunger.

The kind that eats you alive—from the inside out.