Pride is ugly

It snarls in the face of those you love

It'll hold you captive, trust me

Hold you with the heaviest chains you could dream up

You'll try to break free now and then

But pride's claws hold you in its grasp

You can't seem to escape it

Can't seem to turn your back

But you are playing blind

All it takes is to look at pride's ugly face

And it'll be your own self you recognize

Not a strange monster, but one familiar that you created

The only way to escape your fear is to look it in the eyes

And the only way to help someone else, is to first pull the log out of your own eye


Originally posted on my blog, RIthimus Poeta. (@rithimuspoeta.blogspot.com)

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