Pride
God said all you angels will now bow down
In reverence to my most choicely deed.
Man is of my image, gather around
Bestow on him your praise. Who’d take the lead?
'Not I, said Lucifer. I shall not bow
To one subordinate and made of clay.
I am of fire with high esteem, and thou
Are now charging me? I will not obey.'
I command you again, do this for me.
I love you dearly but you must abide
My wishes. Adam’s of me I decree.
Thou are obsessed with your pretentious pride
Thou arrogance and haughtiness compel
Me to cast thee from heaven into Hell.
poem by Albert Ahearn
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