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wrote this while I was cooking, somehow. not sure if you'll like it or not, but I'll give it a try. here goes. . .

 

PRIDE

 

The wind's lonely cries

and the monster's howls

form a mournful dirge,

sweep 'cross the land.

 

The land is barren,

no home, plant or tree.

Not a bird to be seen,

nor a song to be sung.

 

Oh, human pride, how

you have shamed us!

Enslaved, prejudiced, glorified,

and now you've destroyed us!

 

The monsters created

from nightmares and dreams

now all draw nigh,

circle where I lay.

 

The last of the humans

in a land we've destroyed

with creations and war,

but ultimately, pride.

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