Pride -

For food

they gave me

some poisonous plants

for my thirst

vinegar

it became their trap

hate and pride

have become the snare

haughty ones will remain so blind

won’t taste the fruit from the tree of life

burning anger from the sky

woe to all haughty minds

for food

they gave me

some poisonous plants

for my thirst

vinegar

it became their trap

wickedness

has become their snare

haughty ones won’t remain so proud

fear will devour stone cold hearts

burning anger from the sky

woe to all haughty minds