Power and hubris live in the same hood…
Peek Blindness
He was at the peek
Of his power
Curtains
Blowing in the wind
Pain no tension
To that behind
Ass you were
Get wile
You can
Throne his hat
In the wring
Meting out every face off
Too no a veil
A top the whirled
He knew no peer
Just won of the guise
Soully fooling himself
