A Saint?

You put yourself on a pedestool

When in reality you are lower

Than the dirt you walk on

Pride will only take you so far

With your lying words

Your sins so great

They could never be paid for

Your soul is black and sinister

And yet still you look at yourself 

As if you are a saint

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