Yes, I am self-absorbed, you can even call it self-obsessed
There is a ripening in my narrative of wisdom
It was earned as much as it was self-tutored
I live in its realm, breathe in its realm
It is the only fragrance of the Paradise
that was lost to me, even in dreams
but for a few sad hearts that hide the truth
in fear of a volcanic magma destroying their souls
I have known evil so subterranean, so abysmal
that it chokes the drains of the universe
and suffocates the life in it, that then, must subject itself to that villainy
How can there be any opaqueness about me
when my thoughts are pocketed by evil before I have spoken?
So, I must hastily divulge the secrets
that I kept hidden for so long
and among these is the feeling of pride in myself
The pride of who I am in defeat
The pride of who I am in my suffering
The pride of who I am in my sacrifice
The pride of who I am in my convictions
The pride of who I am in my resoluteness
The pride of who I am in my love and loyalty
The pride of who I am in my truth and justice
If you all can call this devoid of humility, and chastise me for narcissism
I can tell you I am still proud, for I have borne punishment and torture for you all
and asked nothing in return from you all (not that I want anything commensurate or anything at all)
I can think that my immaterial wealth is my fortune
If you can think of this as an impudence and imprudence
You have three fingers pointing back at you; and just one at me!
Would you all then ask yourselves if you have shown me gratitude?
I am flawless in my dignity; would it be all your integrity that has face lesions?
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