Higher than any kite you fly
High and higher into the sky
By a string let out by you.
Your pride says what to do.
Child so so full of yourself,
No one can bring you down,
But you forget the string is mine.
You will crash upon the ground. 

Obadiah 1-21

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by J Alan R
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