Brighter than words can tell
Beauty ignites the intent
Of minds filled with hell
Tearing down curtains of grace
Smiling in our face
Terrible things happen to the holy
Only to ignite our folly
Like a circle above our head
Or horns in its place
Which is why our visage
Remains plain to our race
Beauty ignites the senses
It fills us with hell
Beauty ignites the senses
And keeps us in our shell
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