Good is a four letter word,
More powerful than sword;
Forming the life’s core-
Without which life is sore;
Bad is a word with letter three,
Built upon the vice tree;
Hatching evils in minds free,
Stop it before it kills thee;
In night’s darkness hunts the Owl,
Like the vices from the heart of any soul,
As in the day the rose fragrance flows,
Goodness spreads happiness in full bowl;
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