Pride and Prejudice
Get off your high horse , teller of tales
That neighs with prejudice
And dressed with tatters from Diablo himself
Drown thy pride in infected larva
What is there that draws the barbarians
With spurious bosom , acquaintance
And tells thee "come hither , you're welcome"
But in the back stabs with great force
And brainwashes him that is gullible
To convert to misleading thoughts
And a life he takes from his "sweet powers"
A sweet fiend
Get off your bed if malicious plots
That gives comfort to your evil mind
That wives your frozen heart
And nurtures your problems
She who ruled the chambers of your heart
With her warmth , tried to thaw it
But hark , the narcissistic , misogynistic
racist in you
Deserved second in command in hell
Good fortune to the Moor
Who unknowingly know'st the position
Not worthy you were
Because consumed by pride and prejudice
You are!