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 Wriiten by Ogri Mathilda Sarah All rights reserved
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