Pride is primordial element of the world
revving all men into sudden anger.
It never restoreth beauty of the heart,
but leadeth destruction of whole being!
It never loveth hardships and heartaches
but bringeth forth them to sustain.
It never exalteth the spirit of the soul
but leadeth failures of the whole person!
Pride never endureth pain forever,
but sustains to live with the wind.
It serveth like a dust of rustings
breaking off the bones with doubts!
It is fearful, doubtful, easily tamed
by worldly realities, sees all but little.
It leadeth men to fearful, doubtful steps
unsurely measuring one to another!
It never recognize sacrifice and patience
but bringeth forth them unrighteousness!
Like pain it is soothing for open wounds
easily rusted by command of sea breeze!
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