PRIDE
My distraction in limbo cuts me to the bone
Melancholy seeps through me until it finds itself home
Playfully it jabs my heart that once shone like gold
Lurking demons from without assess the drowning soul
“Come out! Come out!” they yell at me to join their hive-like way
Recruiting for the torture they inflict most everyday
Multitudinous they grow their numbers for the weak cannot resist
Tearing down the very walls of friendship, love and bliss
Theirs is not to hinder what lies deep inside us all
Theirs is but to slash and gash upon the tender…until we fall
We as man hold trophies high above for all to see
The pride of our accomplishment over other human beings
And in that pride, not dormant, is the very seed of sin
Waiting for its chance to steal another from within
And holding high upon the claws that savagely stole away
The very pride for all to see… now their trophy to display
“Hell is empty and all the devils are here.” Shakespeare said
With hearts still beating, outward alive, but inside us we are dead
Score another for Beelzebub who lost his favored place
Kicked out of Heaven for his pride…
God put him in his place
Kevin Parish 
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