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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 © | Year Posted 2012




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