First Gong Vol. 8: Thrust FIRST GONG 8 THRUST | Seite 22

“DEUS MEUS” - Panel.
This is a tale of when humility went to a night club.
Humility entered the clubs’ front door looking confused,
starring like a lizard that just jumped to the ground
from a two-meter-high wall,
ready to do the evil things that men do.
Humility drank all sorts, gins, labels, nades and sys.
Humility smoked all the ‘smokables’.
Humility looked at all the ladies. Lost in stare, losing his shame.
What more didn’t he do? Humility fought even.
This is a tale of how humility went away sad.
Humility woke up the next day,
but using the water in the gutter as a mirror.
Simply put, humility woke up in a gutter.
Battered and depressed. Filled with shame and guilt.
As he walked, he remembered how he had
searched for the safest and holiest nightclubs around
using his smart phone. “I was an E-diot”.
He murmured in silence.
This is a tale of why humility became pride.
Humility refused to leave his depression.
He became angrier almost forever.
He refused to abandon his failure.
Humility found love in this four lonely walls of E-diocity.
Humility soon became thin out of ‘starvation’.
He became I,
for this is what pride is, I.
Humility really lost weight. But this weight, was the thoughts of others and his creator.
You would fall, but begin anew every day.
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