The world seems so serene……
But deep inside it’s very ugly…
Like a coffin so beautiful outside
But inside rots and smells so badly
Its beauty is nothing but vanity
Yet for it many has lost their sanity
Taken over by insanity
They lost their quality
I an obscure poet
Lover of long lines
Blower of trumpet
My source never declines
Having gone round the world
Passed through pains untold
Pains better to be untold
I am now bold
Love not the world
Else you perish with it
Forget about how it glitters
They are all foods for the worm
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