This poem is about pride, which comes before destruction
On one’s ability, nothing wrong to confide needless gratification, glory hunting is wide chances of victory from a one-man army divide. Resilience that is bloated will be swallowed by the tide seeking attention is their life, on a horse it rides to condescend and to look down also riding side by side. High-level difficulty to follow a guide adopting modesty and quiet, the desire had lied even in the smallest hole, self-importance won’t hide. Everything seems beneath, so nothing to abide the house caught a self-inflicting fire, and its residents died the same report is of the properties whose landlords are pride.
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