In Gehenna with my pride
In a day called time

And a time that was day

I sat on him and pondered 

Reminiscing the role I’ve played being obtuse 

Remembering the conquering battle i had with bliss

Because in exorbitant extol i exalt myself 

I muse in misery in those memories

I ignored the chance to being humble 

I gave a chance to water my pride 

Now, it’s tall and firm

But with bad fruit it bear

In deep melancholy i have grown with my pride

Here i sit on its fribble branch 

With my parlous, yet, an eye-opening  saw. 

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