His ability to pass by authority,
Encouraging his sloppy, distasteful work
But his pride meant much more,
Than his amateur lack of motivation
To prove who he
Really was.
The being under this mask of pride
Was someone talked about every day,
Yet everyone attending his side
In his very own home every Sunday,
Shall never realize who he
Really is.

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