Pride
He is God,
or so he thinks.
He is the best anyone can be.
He is better at everything.
He is master of everything.
He is always beautiful,
never ugly.
He is Pride.
You look at him,
and you’re jealous.
Of course they are jealous of him.
How selfish.
It’s all about him,
and that it will always be.
Just one look at him,
and you know he’s great.
He gloats about his power,
his beauty and his life.
Until the day,
all his Pride went missing.
He was yet a nobody again.
No one wanted to look at him,
nobody wanted to talk to him.
He was alone,
forever.
Dead and in hell. Greeted.
Broken on the wheel.