Pride

For food
they gave me
some poisonous plants
for my thirst
vinegar
it became their trap
hate and pride
have become the snare
haughty ones will remain so blind
won’t taste the fruit from the tree of life
burning anger from the sky
woe to all haughty minds
for food
they gave me
some poisonous plants
for my thirst
vinegar
it became their trap
wickedness
has become their snare
haughty ones won’t remain so proud
fear will devour stone cold hearts
burning anger from the sky
woe to all haughty minds