We have taken upon us
The mantle of self-god.
While we liked the look in the mirror
And the flattery from others when
They see it in just the right light,
The truth is the fabric constantly chafes;
Trying to keep it clean and free from holes
Embezzles all our attention and energy.
In response we no longer consider our beauty
But only our relative lack of shabbiness when
Compared to others’ cloaks of delusion.
If we look to one with great stains and flaws
We are puffed up and spread our capes wide
Until one passes whose mantle exceeds our own.
Then we pull in our covering, hide, and wonder
“How long until the entire thing is in tatters?”
So, these three remain, pride, shame and fear;
But the greatest of these is fear.
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