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Title: The Road to Hell
Sin: Pride

On a dark path you tread
To the pits where the sinners fry
With a heart of glory running red

Leaving thoughts of others in your stead
Sacrificed at the altar of I;
On a dark path you tread

The most deadly of all, it has been said
The great instigator, the slithering spy
With a heart of glory running red

That snake, he traps your mind inside your head
Blinding you to all but self; raised up high
On a dark path you tread

To hell, this road has led
On which the lesser people you pass by
With a heart of glory running red

Puffed up, to your own self you’re wed
Uncaring, you chose that route and can’t deny
On a dark path you tread
With a heart of glory running red

The End

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