Death To Your Pride Poem by Jasmine Williams

Corrupt are your morals
Death to your pride
Shrouded in darkness,
Robbed of light
You are the king of night
Carrying a lifetime of worries,
An eternity of lies,
Insecurities masked by superiority,
I hope every mask and guise
is ripped from under you
Of everything good and true.
You sir, cannot be trusted
Cannot be reasoned
Cannot be taught or loved
It is evil to which you serve
It is justice to which you deserve.
I wash my hands of your abuse.
My suffering amused you.
My cries pleased you.
May the spirit,
God, The almighty deliver you
I am through.