Vanity is everywhere,
Like it is something to be proud of.
People talk about their life,
Like the most glorious thing of all.
They talk like they know everything,
That they are the best at what they do.
Such pride is an awful thing,
It destroys you in the eyes of people around.
Pride is what makes you blind,
Causes you to be undone.
Pride is of what afraid you must be afraid,
The greatest Deadly Sin of them all.
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