Virtue of gloss would be,
Superficial priority;
Grim reveals to blossom,
And sprouts derelict deed.
Chronicles of spirit presence,
Glimpse of greed in essence;
Make man bane and vicious,
Filled with jealous and malicious.
Urge and glare in appearance
Forfeit of awe reverence,
What else dire could be ?
That bound man to mortality.
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