Pride.
The one thing that befalls us all.
No one can resist its thrall,
No matter how much they try.
Pride cometh before the fall,
And for good reason, too.
Human folly is the reason why.

Pride consumed kings and generals,
Politicians and warlords and others,
Refuses moderation takes what it can,
Resting in the soul of every man,
Waiting for the opportunity to strike.
It guides you to glory and perfection
Until your head ends up on a spike.

Pride, pride, avaricious pride,
Walking endlessly in its stride,
Making use of every human strife.
There certainly is use to pride,
Until you are drowned by its tide,
It is the point of no return.