The Cardinal Sins: Pride.

My pride runs in my blood,
My family is identified
By our royal walks of stealth
And formidable attacks
That leave our prey defenseless.
I roar with passion at every kill
My child sinks his teeth into.
With every successful murder,
My proud heart bursts
With boundless joy and honor;
I hold my head higher,
My glorious mane fluttering
Like the golden blades of grass.
My roars get louder and bellow
Through my palatial grounds
Until all the plebeians that
Habitate my kingdom
Witness my growing braggart
As I praise, with conceit,
The growing superiority
Of my pride full of sins.

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