beauty is the beast
upon our souls and hearts it feasts
it makes us blind to itself
behind innocent smiles it hides in stealth
yet in every place where beauty lies
the angels breath out their gentle sighs
its iron strength conquers our hearts by storm
transforming our very souls into their darkest form
to beauty does our money go, to beauty does our hearts
oh beauty it does cast its spell and triumphs over smarts
for beauty's thirst is unquenchable with habits most costly to sustain
it is beauty that calls to us and causes all our pain
and those who do escape beautyโs graceful wrath
yearn for its cursed gifts with envy doubled rather than halved
for beauty is the ugliest and foulest creature of them all
and in the end it is beauty that everything must fall
for beauty is the beast that we fight within
hence if beauty is the beast one can never win...
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