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I am: Beauty

I use the world as my stepping stool,
It's simply a tool-
Nothing more than millions of fools.

I cloud their thoughts,
I run their minds.
Filling their morals with spots-
Full of stains and blots.

Their hearts are cold-
Full of stones.
Their minds of clay,
With which I play.

I am anger, I am pain
I am envy, I am rage.
I am lust, I am hate-
I am beauty.



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