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Your Gait by Ogri Mathilda Sarah

I see his gait
Steaming and welling  inside of him
Like the vapours of a rulpting volcano
Ready to burst

It must be pride
It can't be humility
'Not one called to be a leader
For I've seen one
Just like him, who never did end well

His words like balls
Rolls out only in public
Colored in highs
And do's
Like a trophy he claims to be golden

But the shadows of his words
Leave a stench
Only the wise ones can interpret
Beware of his lies'
'As deserting as the water that touches your skin by the Bank.

You must beware
  For such aura comes
With a price of a fall
So lowly to the mud

It can only be pride
Not humility.

Your Gait
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