Frailty

For he talks in riddles but easy to decipher
pointless banter, vices of the pretentious

tis the arrogance that saddens the heart
for nothing makes it completely go dark

witnessed the depth of cruel deception
from those apparent bastions for faith

horrid faces unsightly, forgetting humility
becoming fodder for fire inside and out

partake mere indulgence of power
for it corrupts the soul form within

the devil whispers praise in thy ears
making one forget the dust in the end

for what is man but not dust encompassed
briefly held in the boundaries of time

he who sees himself above others, forgets
for man has one constant, looming frailty

words echo forever even if the soul dies
pride gets buried in the dust with the rest


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