Pride

 

Let not the Oasis comfort you
Let I the desert remind you
That your feet blistered in my belly
And the water in your blisters
Quenched not my thirst.
That my sand shadowed the sun
And I made tears, I made night
That the scorpions and snakes I hide
Know your shadow from your soul
Let not the Oasis comfort you.

 

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