Crush it, predecessor of human\'s fall
that which poisons and perverts men with haught
Too long you have ran free, with so much gall
Be warned, Pride evacuate; be distraught
For precious antedote has been imbibed
By His power like sweet ichor it heals
You dissipate, His might leaves only rind
Humility, fill my mind, pride it kills
As the ill man\'s doctor administers
the cure for his ailment, the Almighty
fills me with humility, and filters
the poison, fixing me permanently
Leaving sickness cured and by the wayside
Bringing me closer, along for the ride.