He that kneweth not sin became sinful
He that kneweth sin was made righteous
Have I not made thee in my likeness?
Shall I measure thee, Oh fairest among all?
To the societal standards of significance
Thy beauty surpass them all, on every scale
The dark seasons of time changeth thee not
The flower fades the grass withers but thou art
Completely complete and wholly whole, within
Art thou not a reflection of the true essence of life?
Just as I am so art thou in this blemished world
A salt to preserve
A light to shine
Ashes to ashes,
Dust to dust;
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