Superbia

Oh foul-mouthed hypocrite,
How do I despise an abhor thee.
But also.. I pity your foolish mind
Unable to grasp my true potential.

Oh! Meaningless trash.
Wallow in your discontent
as my brilliant light shines upon thee.
It is I who shall rise to the top.

Oh, foolish whelp.
When all that you cherish brings you to ruin
It will be my glory that remains constant
Therefore.. you must bow and perish.