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"Look at the pathetic fools."
He looked down at the people.
Rag clothing, dirty hair, filthy skin.
So disgusting, he thought.

3 stories tall houses around him,
He still didn't envy others
Because he was better than them.
Then he walked into his 4 stories tall house.

A throne of a king
Surrounded by money and gold.
Shining and shimmering in his eyes,
The glows began to fade away.

His purple eyes grew wide
And fear began to struck him.
The ground melted and show a reflection.
A reflection of his sin: Pride.

Screams echoed in his chamber of secrets
As no one could enter the place.
Satan's arms grabbed a hold of him
And pulled him into the melted puddle of filthy pride.

Decapitating his head,
Pride's blood splattered all over Hell.
First head for the collection.
Satan's children had to be stopped.

For good.