Of all the sins in all the world the worst of all is pride But it’s the one oh my love we don’t see till we die How swiftly do we wreak such harm on the ones we love The scars and weals that we inflict we shoot the hearts of doves It is not simply men who are cast out from the sky But angels to have fallen inflicted by pride For as we walk as blind men losing every love Breaking hearts of angels shooting hearts of doves You proudly swagger flying like a bird With pride you will be shot down a maggot ridden turd A rotting cadaver pride will eat your love There is no greater cost than pride we shoot the hearts of doves