THE SONG OF ARROGANCE
I guess in the old days, rules were made for a reason.
Now, attention getters, fly madly for attention, like leaves
Whirling madly in an autumnal season.
Especially when your once best friend, takes a hammer to God’s
high ceiling to smash your soul.
And their once, high written poetry is now an attraction for egotistical
reasons and goals.
Did you learn to hurt your friends? God always sees you when you act
more perfect than they.
And you ignore or leave them in your selfish arrogant way.
Being righteous must feel horribly yet falsely good!
Like being caught in a winter storm without a coat or
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2022
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