Pride-breakers
Pride is poison
The degrading of
One's own soul
Breaking down defenses
And hollowing out our bones
Humbleness is searched for
And often not found
Have you seen it?
Hunted for it?
Some have, and they call themselves
Pride-breakers
Smashing the old virtues
Cultivating new ones
Burying and burning away
Pride,
The disease of the successful
Perhaps you have heard of the
Pride-breakers
Maybe you will one day
Join them
Be humble and brave,
Just and true,
Be a pride-breaker
And see how it changes you
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