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7 Deadly Sins
7 Deadly Sins read by V.B. Price 
P R I D E
It becomes your soul: that sucking, itch, that mortal titter; blushing
under all the layers of your life, it knows you --that you're not
good enough for yourself. And so, the Oz contraption,
the trick transparency, the only out: to impress yourself, on others,
with yourself. It's done inside with props, with mirror mind pools,
two-way, sylvan, with a funhouse warp, in which to gaze--triumphant,
the glory in your eye, presuming all the world is eager
for every nuance you contrive. But impressive others won't impress;
they're there inside, behind the mirror, peeping out at little you
buffooning, seeing nothing of the image of yourself you see,
only posturings and mediocrity. You know their eyes:
even you can see that who you are humiliates who you want to be,
that in comparisons like these there's nothing left of you
but ironies, but pretensions at self-love which are self-mockeries.
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