Homage to Pride

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It stops,
Like a man staring into the void
With Dissonant Comprehension
After witnessing the
"Sheathebreaker".

It dances, shimmers, sings,
To a beautiful requiem,
Masking the truth of its Design
As you are cut to the Heart.

It cries,
Out loud, later that night.
Weeps and whines and moans again.
Is it guilty of its new appetite? Its new thirst?

It falls,
Down, shattered, from the lifeless hand
That wielded it in ignorance.
Even in death, craving more bloodshed.

"Yes,
Pride is like a Blade"





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