The Sequel Of My Pride

Counting, counting, and counting the treasures of my consciousness from one to two to three

Despite the idiocies that have come your way about thy, there is plenty I would like you to see

I take hold of my position of power

And when the right of rule is in my hand not a soul is sour

This is so because I know how to steer

I take control through love and respect: not fear

I am quite often a lake of ingenuity

I write to the world about compassion and friendship, as well as evil and cruelty

Next, I must tell you of my righteous soul

The one that no wretched person can puncture, the vessel where there will be no hole

This spirit of mine takes me to the depths of service

I endeavor to assist the weak, when I feel so inconsolably nervous

These attributes I should reveal all the more often

For if I do, thy heart and thou hearts shall soften