The air of confidence they have,

The pride they hold,

It makes me sick.

They have their reasons to be proud,

And I have mine.

Pride, the word itself sickens me,

To many are proud of themselves.

“Pride comes before the fall,

Many say,

And they truly will fall,

And that will be my joy.

Their fall will be hard and rough,

For they set themselves high,

While putting me down below.

Too proud they are,

Of the simplest things.

But, stupidity is the only thing they prosper in,

And their pride is all they know.

They have truly set themselves up high,

And when they fall back to Earth,

Pain is all they will feel.

My fourth dead sin,

Please read the others:

Wrath, Greed, and Envy.

Please review,

LL