It's not the sound or sight that matters,
Nor the mind or heart that shatters.
The wisdom for truth is denied
And the hatred for love is implied.
Grandeur greed is treasured,
And lustful sinning is pleasured.
Mourning loss is punished,
While betraying self is polished.
Mindfully invalid thoughts prized,
Cherished nemesis advised.
Doubtful crazes are blank,
Into a death which we will thank.
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