I am Surrounded by celestial women
Their air is sweeter than fresh cut gardenias
Their hair is softer and smoother than the smoothest fur
Their eyes twinkle more than the great night sky
Their skin’s more gorgeous than pristine leather
And yet, these goddesses still are blind to beauty
Theirs is one that makes Freya herself desirous
Yet they turn to railings and whores as reference guides
When does this madness stop it’s damn movement?
This movement that whittles our angels to dust
Where ass is money and falsehood is king
And where magnificence is trashed for swine
When will this beautiful doves rely on themselves to fly?
Can we even see true beauty anymore
Or are these stars now only dust?
I hope these stars unleash it now
And quick before it rusts
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