Pride is like an old stale rice cake left orphaned on an empty shelf.
It must be eaten dry and dusty without out any care for self.
Pride without glory is a tin cup banging on a dungeon’s walls.
It punctuates despair within those wet and dripping halls.
Pride raises a man above his station just to dash him to the stone.
It will be his sole companion on his dark descent alone.
Pride consumes humility in the hallowed vaults of a mortal’s soul.
It turns a man from truth and grows a monster in that hole.
Pride is the last regret of a dying man with a long and wealthy past.
It haunts his better memories and taints any legacy to last.

Humility is the true and better balm for the ills brought by pride.
Love lets a man see where he was once blind inside.
Kindness softens years of senseless pain inflicted on a brother.
Abandon pride and use these three when dealing with another.