Pride Poem by Mark Heathcote

Whatever dire situation - it blooms
It wears its dark parasitic consumes
It never freezes or covert the moon
like a lover missing the sun in June
Pride is a flower that grows in winter.
That harbours a nefarious scripture.

Love thy self no matter who hates you
Minster to your needs and the tide-accrue
What rightfully you deserve, make yours.
Hell and redemption it all procures
Into the lap of selfish creatures
Don't be weak, don't listen to deceivers

Only the selfish self-believers
Go on to achieve anything
Ask all those yellow deceivers
Who go on to achieve nothing.