The Truth of Pride
my bad the truth hurts,
no matter how late it hits you.
there is no morality in jealousy,
lost in translation of this interpretation.
mix with fear of rejection,
flirting with having more than a debate on your intentions.
so loose on that meaning,
can afford to have a better understanding.
the gravity toll put on your ego,
like stopping the flow of wind in the eye of a tornado.
fooling the fools indirectly,
with the pretense of self-righteousness.
take of the justice that influences it's repurcussions,
cause the atonement of the consequences can never be blown out of proportion.
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