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Pride is the stilt

That keeps me low

Tedium crowned me

King of this empire

I wear it unnoticed

I revile

My cul-de-sac

Where nothing is

Of substance

Silently mocking

Vulgarly acclaiming

Your kind as well

As my

My cul-de-sac

Slowly speeding

To the dead

Come, now

Paradise is

A fix on