Feel you that your worth is measured in material,
With no regard to the merit of spirit and soul?
The hubris looming on every word
Thrown from the insincerity of your tongue
Pushes for affirmation.
Sparkling gold is the audacious aura that you have feigned,
Expanding it impertinently around your shallow being,
Translucent to the eyes of sage truth.
Look into your reflection and upon yourself:
The unfortunate shell of a misled life.
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