Pride Be Hubris Run Amok

41. Resist I Must Pride is hubris run amok To rot the soul within. It rises from the depths of hell... The deadliest of sins. It is the snake that slithers so To pervert both bold and brave. It may appear the luminous rainbow But at its end... a pauper's grave. Resist I must... if resist i can To this bastard's sad decree. Knowing counted among the fallen... Are far better men then me. The End 42. Sorrow on the Vine My thoughts were sorrow on the Vine... my brain in some distress. I carried on, as best I could With an effort to suppress. But malcontent was soon to be As despondency quickly grew. I will go to bed... to sleep the night... And tomorrow start anew. The End 43. The Wretch A wretch upon the gallows stood... Devoid of any plan... while Life was weathered astride the door And Death cackled near at hand. The Angels sang as Angels do When one answers Heaven's bell. But judge not those about the gallows... Lest you be judged as well. The End 44. The Clock is Ticking If you cling incessantly, Counting down your final breath... Consuming supplements and vitamins To cheat the Reaper of a death. But the clock is ticking... ever ticking.. And when you meet a timely end... Embrace Death in all its glory And make of it a friend. Fear not the specter of Life's decay... But if such a thing should be. Let Church bells ring and Angels Sing... as you shed mortality. The End 45. A Thought Was Had A thought was had, and had it was... To a point beyond dispute. I surprised myself, I did, I did... It seemed to bear some fruit. I bandied it with knitted gloves Concerned for it to break. I crept about the boarding house To rouse my friends to wake. We gathered round the bellied stove To hear my thought defined... but by Then, the thought I had, I thought I had... Completely slipped my mind. The End