Thy Be Not Proud
Thy be not proud,
because pride falls with a broken heart.
Hither were you gone so far as you were judas
A pest beneath your feet is not what I seek.
A bite would make you sick
Thy be not proud
I would slay my belief and lift my spirits,
from the dark.
Make you beg for my wish
I would chain you up,
A place where the filth dwells.
Like to burn the shroud
Thy be not proud.
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