Pride and Glory


Pride and Glory

The most prized possession

The most pure and unique

It has its own worth


Pride is your own love

You value yourself

You do your best in everything

You look down on others

And it has a sharp sting


Glory is given in honor

You save the weak

You are humble and gentle

But it has a weakness

You take too much pride

Your glory isn’t everything


Pride and Glory

They are both such good things

But take it another way

It can be your murderer

Take away your Pride and Glory

The joy of life and the world


But what does Pride and Glory have to do with death?

It doesn’t

It goes away

No one cares

Even the Heaven above could careless


So what is the use of Pride and Glory?

There isn’t

It’s just for show

So don’t take it that way

Because you’ll end up alone


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