Pride
The chuckle when you fall and the laugh when I win.
Nothing, no other, is greater than my sin!
I sin the best! Better than all men.
I cause great men to fall, to buckle, and bend,
Crawl when they could walk, on a different softer path.
But because of me, they'll never see, past,
Their blood spattered gold, their rusted silver rings.
The days of their youth,
surely, they'll forever ring;
In a hall of heroes they never made it into.
They'll boast and they'll sing, about all the great things,
That other men did.
A cowardly sheep dressed in wolf's clothing, Mice among men.
Poor Daniels in a lion's den.
Except they've no God to look to, except for themselves.
I burn the greatest, in the hottest of Hell fires. See how my skin melts and retracts from the burning red spires.
In all things remains this:
the lies, of folly men's pride, that I twist.
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Honey Drops and Pen Stains
PoesíaTravesty, overcome by little else but life's muses; It's jokes. All of this is my original poetry, please do not steal
