If you fall down inside the spiral of pride, there is no light or way to see outside yourself.
Outside your lonely palace with crystal walls and marble floors, there is no “more” outside your walls.
So dig down deep, improve yourself, rise above the rest, you pure, perfect dove.
But where is love… inside yourself? It is not found, though you sow “your” seeds on barren ground.
Pride builds an empire upon itself, safe in the unshared confines, it chokes down upon its own wicked breath… regret.
No sir. You must choose, whom do you serve, is it me or is it you?
Look to what lasts forever, look outside your crystal walls, look away, to the treasure found in jars of clay.
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