It casts a long shadow (and really it should)
You spent a long time perfecting the story
Controlling every detail you possibly could
In an epic indulgence in pride and glory.
Block by block you built the pedestal
Your pride mounting with every stone
Until it became truly monumental
And even surrounded, it stands alone.
Many labored to erect these stones
Yet there is only name this monument saves
The other names remain lost and unknown
This statue marks their struggles like a grave
With such careful chiseling, the narrative is well defined
The unmoving stone standing cold and lifeless
Just like its inspiration became in time
And yet this stone will always know best.
Yet a crack is spreading through the foundation
Belying the rage behind that cold visage
A symptom of the wrongs and rationalizations
That allowed you to maintain your mental mirage.
Even the stars seem to surround this prize
Making it the center of its own universe.
Yet this glory leads it to its own demise
Pride is a blessing that becomes a curse.
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