Why spend your priceless time on things in vain,
Those fantasy-filled films that steal away
Your shamefaced jewel within, where virtue reign?
Why choose such harm to where your essence lay?
In this swift era of boundless communication,
I do fear you might miss your moral core;
To scenes that charm but hold no firm foundation,
Mere illusions made to beguile and deceive.
This race for riches, the green that meets your eyes,
Gaze, not all is gold that glitters in your sight,
Thus heed the counsel before you grasp the prize,
And beware of traps concealed in false light.
Forget not those who sacrificed for you, ever dear,
Shaped your inner beauty, it's crystal clear.
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