*I dedicate this poem to Shane, thanks for being my inspiration*
Pride is always the fall for those
who exceed in it too much
...
steal their idea, but create your lyric
A philphosphy overdone
A hope forgotten
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Every privillege has a consequence
For something that permits you
As well as restrict you
If the perpgative admits your pride
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O' Brute one, i've praise you
for you and your troubled ways
brought me contempt in me
But no, i have not shown it, you gave me strength
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O'Brute, who marches
in unison of Hitler's slanders
He comes as The Aryan
who's witty smiles impress Us
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By the Almighty tacit approval of skies guardians,
the sevens angels of the seven plagues
poured their merciless misfortuans into the sea
one by one
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Caressing your dark brown hair,
our hands were merged as one
I felt at ease and that I was of some worth
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