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A heavy load of pride
I carry
Along the steep road of life
Every station I dare not tarry
For fear of Man's disdain.
Miasma of a certain kind
Wraps the figure of pride
Writ large in the public mind
Is the foulness of hubris.
But I care not for humility
Preached in all divine text
For humility exudes servility
That robs the soul of its grandeur.
Tenaciously cling I to my scroll
Up the rugged, jagged slopes
Oftentimes I slip and roll
Into the bowels of pietism.
All around my hardened person
Fawning faces, empty reverence
Adulation without rhythm or reason
Rings in shameless unison.
My burden, my scroll, my pride
Never can I willfully discard
Nor in consciousness deride
The awesome power of dignity.
~PHLIP RODRIGUES~
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