When you can hear the things that go bump in the night,
can you disregard the things that avoid the light.
Then lie to yourself let the down fall begin,
that wayward path dealing with sins from within.

Pride must be purged! that carving from the herd,
as life plays in plan sight, it stings! when it bites.
When you stick your head in the sand my friend,
you’ve given up the win, the beginning of the end.

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