The glimmer of failure lurks with patient certainty.
Its awkward company checks impulsiveness.
He feels his identity pine away with ill repair.
Dire despair has fractured his pride's spine.
It is crippled now and walks only with the aid of crutches.
Yet pride's downfall always opens new avenues.
They exist outside of pure self.
Their roads are bountiful; the travelers friendly.
The house of freedom beckons at the journey's end.
Only the saintly live there.
The rest are guests who partake in the feast, breaking bread with ecstasy.
Its awkward company checks impulsiveness.
He feels his identity pine away with ill repair.
Dire despair has fractured his pride's spine.
It is crippled now and walks only with the aid of crutches.
Yet pride's downfall always opens new avenues.
They exist outside of pure self.
Their roads are bountiful; the travelers friendly.
The house of freedom beckons at the journey's end.
Only the saintly live there.
The rest are guests who partake in the feast, breaking bread with ecstasy.
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