Pride
Because of my pride, I have committed many unrighteous acts.
This feeling is the root of all of my evil emotions.
As I stand tall and proud, I challenge anybody to an aggressive conflict.
I will fight a rough battle until I achieve victory or until I’m dead.
Every time I defeat my opponent, I ask myself if conquest was worth the enduring struggle.
Copyright © Michael Lomonaco | Year Posted 2012
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