Adam Seibert
Mr. O'Brien
Brit Lit E Block
2/4/14
Pride is his power,
dearest to his heart
Where anger lay waste
to all things.
Many men have approached
with eager mouths and minds.
Only to be struck
down in disdain.
His homeland of
Israel, bound by those of the book.
The holy land, where
proud men stand, to watch it all
Turn to dust. Just
like Saul at Mount Gilboa.
They came in waves.
These Philistines,
Men of adulterous tastes
and religion.
They anger Saul so,
but still he must fight,
For fear of his
destruction.
His men fought hard,
his pride was not scarred.
The archers rained
arrows upon Saul.
One by one, they
pierce his soul, like insults
Against his religion.
He sees his path, he
sees his men.
Knowledge of their
suffering matters not
For he has pride as
he falls on the blade
Of his armorbearer.
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