Love Poem: Pride
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Written by: Albert Ahearn

Pride

God said, all you angels will now bow down In reverence to my most choicely deed. Man is of my image; gather around, Bestow on him your praise. Who’d take the lead? Not I said Lucifer. I shall not bow To one subordinate and made of clay. I am of fire with high esteem, and thou Are now charging me? I will not obey. I bid you again, do this for me. I love you dearly but you must abide My wishes. Adam’s of me I decree. Thou are obsessed with your pretentious pride Thy arrogance and haughtiness compels Me to cast thee from heaven into Hell.