Nothing is right
If I see from my own sight
So I must learn to see
From the other side,
This may provide a better light.
My view is mine
None can I impose on thine
If I do so, please forgive this mind
In hastiness I always defend mine.
Haughtiness burns over the soul
As I wade the river of polluted brothel
Mind is made to believe the tale told
Haughtiness is the status within every fold.
Anger washes over the sin of hatred
Believing the cleansing is being bred
How can fire cold down the shining amber
When its heat itself worst than a butcher?
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