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My Pride at Your Feet

I live upon no determined quest
Other than the filtering of my eroded mind
The removal of fear and possession particulates
There is no great conjuring, only revelation of the blind
For how can I change the world if I cannot change myself?

I’m not a soldier under duress
There are so many ways out that I can find
I try with words full of my personal articulates
There is no sense in speaking like someone so unkind
To know my own weaknesses I must speak of them myself

There is much pain beneath your breast
A burning fire as the world will always remind
Here I begin a pilgrimage towards my ashen straits
For if I know you first then I’ll know depth to be mined
The landslide of burning pride before you will be myself

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