Pride

A lion's face with diamond eyes

So high above your human skies

A hidden place, a deft disguise

A master's mask woven of lies

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The fool, he fools even himself

Imagining his endless wealth

He thinks himself the king of stealth

He's stealing from his own good health

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By buying goods already sold

Once more, we're brought into the fold

He owns these woods is what we're told

But sickness now is taking hold

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When he falls for his fantasy

Where he's the lord of land and sea

The ground, it turns to sand and he

He falls so far that he's set free

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He falls from grace and gets his chance

To cease, for once, his endless dance

Alas, you see, for he is proud

This sin of his, he has allowed

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He likes the way his mind does twist

He thinks his soul is shadow-kissed

Inflation is his natural right

If you but had the gift of sight

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You too might know his wisdom then

The sight of God wielding a pen

That's all he is, now don't you see?

An instrument - of Destiny!

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This is the first in a series of seven poems on the Seven Deadly Sins; if you're interested, you can find the other six here: Lust, Wrath, Sloth, Gluttony, Envy, Greed.