big bad baby

pride fucks hard.

it seeks an audience
and alienates it;

feeds on the ego
and talks of glory
way past
down the line
as if it was happening
at the moment .

a champion of his own self,
no one gets a chance
even the heavenly bodies
aligned

burning light
towards
his pedestal.

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