No pride in what I didn't create.
No pride in what I didn't make happen.
Notions posed of "them" and "those" but not what pain came to men for...
Moments pass mine eyes in a light construed as righteous, but I question: is it a true fight?
Consequence was telling more back then, with that destiny that never manifested.
All of this backwards thought's still left, but "be just and fear not" I have kept.
No pride in what I didn't create.
No pride in what I didn't make happen.
No pride in what I didn't make.
No pride in what I didn't make happen.
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