Beautiful
I know it pains you
To be called beautiful
It tortures you
To hear what you believe
To be lies on the rampage
and attempts to pillage
Your sacred loins
But beautiful you are
In a myriad of ways
It is a weighty burden you
Will have to yoke
No matter the time you spend
Wandering this waking dream
You ponder the situation
"What does he
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