Pride & Serpents.

They said to me:  “I deserve better!”

De-serve. If I serve anyone it’s myself. I thought this much was clear.

Snake Fang Strike.

Backed into a corner, enraged, I coil. Lost, despairing, angry. Spinning, slipping, falling. Crashing.

I strike, scoring. Fangs pierce, venom delivers, tears flow. Heart breaks.

Get out.

System Failure.

We had time to recover this spirit. We failed to salvage it. If it’s convenient for you, blame me.

The well is poisoned. Stop drinking from it.

Pride.

Infidelity: want of faith. The lack of faith precedes the lack of love. Lapses of faith, lapses of love. Evil consumes itself, symbolized in the ouroboros.

My path is set until I choose differently and freely. Let go; I will not bend. And, if I must get up and stand on my own, I won’t do it with you watching me. I have too much pride for that.


The one who’s changed this time is me. I won’t go back to feeling helpless and deceived.” ~Roc Project, “Never (Past Tense)

Pride.


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