Souls forever detached, forever unaware,
That their mindless hearts forever despair,
For pride walks its path in minds insecure,
Leading the path to a mind impure.
The many, the few, that gather together,
In furious pursuit to make them all stronger,
Live in blissful ignorance of those on the streets,
Those that one day have much more to eat.
How hilarious it is in hindsight!
To see them scamper about, blinded by sight!
Far too late; far too late,
Far too late to atone for their mistakes.
Pride, oh deranged, demented Pride,
Always seeking, yet never finding, their eyes.