pride comes before the fall
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You knew what
Was coming
You heard the
Smoke signals
Shooting from
Above
Your heard their
Voices yell for
You to turn around
And RETREAT!
The birds fly
And plead at
My feet, and
With the warning
In the form
Of flowers,
The flowers chirp,
Begging me with
Their soft voice
To not go into
The wasp's nest
