Pride

Whatever dire situation - it blooms It wears its dark parasitic consumes It never freezes or covert the moon like a lover missing the sun in June Pride is a flower that grows in winter. That harbours a nefarious scripture. Love thy self no matter who hates you Minster to your needs and the tide-accrue What rightfully you deserve, make yours. Hell and redemption it all procures Into the lap of selfish creatures Don't be weak, don't listen to deceivers Only the selfish self-believers Go on to achieve anything Ask all those yellow deceivers Who go on to achieve nothing.