This poem is about pride, which comes before destruction
An impotent soul wrapped with a police seal Married a merchant and stopped bearing Jill everyone must care, that’s how it feels traps of superiority placed like banana pills mutual respect losing every match five-to-nil demanding the showering of majestic praises so unreal that are schemed and manufactured from a rusted mill to cover a void that can never be filled. Confidence owns worth for self-respect and exaggeration to steal me, myself and I, makeup the three-square-meal ego prioritized, a major condition in every deal insisting that the screws are not as important as the wheel. It is always said that blessed are they who climb the hill but they look down the foot of the mountain to see ants worthy of a kill despite the accolades, undermining others is their zeal loud on the success, louder on the associated vigils winning comes with feathers, before eating the meat, you must peel or else, there will be a heavy mention on destruction’s will.
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